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Dec 2012
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…”
Rinny Johnny
Written by
Rinny Johnny  New Delhi
(New Delhi)   
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