Sting
I felt the needle
Go into my ear.
Ouch, I said
As the blood kept spilling.
You took a gauze
to cover it up
But I looked down and
saw the pool of blood.
Too late, I said
My ear is hurt.
I put my hands up
Trying to contain the pain.
You tried to fix it
But it was too late
My ear was hurt
Your efforts were in vain.
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