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Feb 2015
Drip
Drip
Let it drip
rain droplets
that stings my face
and flows across my sullen face

my eyebrows drench
my lips moist
my eyes surrounded by water
where the cornea of my eye became a pool

those same wet eyes looking to the heavenly skies of charcoal
blocked by branches full of red berries
red dots in the sky
Like an insane painting

I vigorously wave my hands to the sky
trying to rid the blood
like a car's windshield, stained by someones brain organs
spaghetti and tomato sauce
the blotches of red from the sky fell
like greasy bullets

Gravity increased its accelerating
piercing my skin
infected piercings, my skin turn green

one sour green berry slowly fell into my mouth
Now I'm finally free.
A poem that I forgotten. If not acknowledge, at least let it be exposed to the world for all eternity.
Don't Exist
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