Blood
Bright red when fresh,
Crimson when stale,
I don’t want to faint everytime
The nurse pulls out a sample.
It’s absurd
Fear of something that belongs to me?
I’ll be bold!!
“Wait. Nurse…is that…”
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 10:16 AM UTC
Blood
Bright red when fresh,
Crimson when stale,
I don’t want to faint everytime
The nurse pulls out a sample.
It’s absurd
Fear of something that belongs to me?
I’ll be bold!!
“Wait. Nurse…is that…”
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