In VainA Poem by Strawberry ChildThrobbing My head's throbbing My veins They're sobbing Blood Too much blood Coursing There's blood There is blood It's forcing it's way from my veins Swelling my heart It's swelling Now my throat My throat Is closing Pulse There's a pulse A pulse No pulse
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