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droplets

Glossy and smooth
It slides down my arm
Deep and crimson
Three droplets on the tile
Like a tiny flaw
In the perfect never-ending whiteness
The red stains my sleeve
But I don't care
My eyes have glazed over
In pure ecstacy
The droplets turn into a pool
Like a growing evil
Spreading like madness
I lie next to the pool
Resting my head
And fall asleep
And never wake up





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