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Jun 8
As ink is left to fall,
Another paper
Is left to stain.

As my veins
Decide the path
Of my blood,
The ink in my pen
Decides the stain
Upon this paper.
Sometimes the stains
Are legible words.
Sometimes the stains
Are my blood.
Written by
Adrian  17/M/Wherever I May Roam.
(17/M/Wherever I May Roam.)   
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