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The Flow


The flows of me starts…

Pump… pump… pump…

The flows of my blood scatter…

Splash… splash… splash…

As I dash through the air

Expanding my mind

Creating images of pain…

Letting it flow…

For I will punch it out,

Through the un-existing world of mine…

 

The flows of life

Drains beneath the flesh,

Getting smaller like a sand timer,

Hanging upside down…

Waiting… waiting for the perfect time…

The perfect time to spread those wings,

Chasing after the better half of my soul,

For I’ll be wasting my flow of life…

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