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Blood red droplets

Pitter patter as little raindrops

Smoke coming out of the door

Like from a pressure cooker

Drums throbbing like a fast drum

Heat rising like in an chimney

Its the time of the month again

Im sorry, there are no meds for this

And that is a bad dream to dream

At a very early morning...

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