drip
drip my blood drips.
so warm, it scorches me.
blissful and painful.
cruel and gentle.
i feel powerful, invincible.
so strong that i could fly.
but i am weak, a petal that surrenders to the wind's summon.
drip the water drips.
i sit in this cold corner.
naked and wet,jaded and cold.
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