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Blood

Blood

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I thought the blood 

From my finger tip 

Would decorate your scalp.

But your demand was different.


You wanted blood 

Of my heart to gush 

To drain out all my love.


Oh! My peerless beauty, 

If you desire, 

I can stab my heart, 

But the blood 

That will ooze 

Only pronounce my imperishable love. 


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