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Aug 2019
Drip Drip Drip,
Red oozes out of his hand,
The scars barely visible from the bottom of the red sea,
With each drop,
Another thought gone,
With every slice,
More emotion lost,
With every tear,
another friend lost.
Written by
Daniel Pokorny  23/M/Idaho
(23/M/Idaho)   
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