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What is wrong with dark blood? Black, I might say darker that port wine I often watch as the patients take their last breath Some of them tried so hard to catch it But, for some they just let it go slowly with a few moment of puff: I looked left to my coworker and We knew what those looks meant: Dialysis will most often be short term There are moments when I  would walk out of the room Just craving for an imaginary cigarette, A sip of beer, but I often settle for a refreshing Glass of coconut water from the husk Costly, but it’s worth every penny. Life is a complicated status, no attachments, no buffering So lets us make amends in a letter and post it to you Or hide it in a hole in a tree; Even burn it and toss it the air I guess my imagination is intense, Always seem so inspired, and As you know my words is cheaper than usual I am a word seeker, a self-made poet a thinker not a talker….  *Like the statue The Thinker Monumental 1903… Auguste Rodin(1840-1917)* One loves my friends……..
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
What Is Wrong With Dark Blood
What is wrong with dark blood? Black, I might say darker that port wine I often watch as the patients take their last breath Some of them tried so hard to catch it But, for some they just let it go slowly with a few moment of puff: I looked left to my coworker and We knew what those looks meant: Dialysis will most often be short term There are moments when I  would walk out of the room Just craving for an imaginary cigarette, A sip of beer, but I often settle for a refreshing Glass of coconut water from the husk Costly, but it’s worth every penny. Life is a complicated status, no attachments, no buffering So lets us make amends in a letter and post it to you Or hide it in a hole in a tree; Even burn it and toss it the air I guess my imagination is intense, Always seem so inspired, and As you know my words is cheaper than usual I am a word seeker, a self-made poet a thinker not a talker….  *Like the statue The Thinker Monumental 1903… Auguste Rodin(1840-1917)* One loves my friends……..
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
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