BloodA Poem by Aendraelyn KeibetsuBlood is warm. Hot It burns It bubbles It spills against the ground They say that it is blue Before it leaves your veins But when it comes out, it becomes red. One is forced to wonder What else becomes red, once it meets the air? © 2015 Aendraelyn Keibetsu |
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