Blood
Dripping, flowing, bleeding...
Like cars on a highway --
They surf through the veins with ease...
I can feel it flowing through me...
But what is it?
What is it for?
We will never really know...
A/N: BTW, the two questions are rhetorical.
A short poem about blood, not to be taken literally. Unsure of the rating...
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Mystery - Words: 44 - Published: 5/18/2009 - Status: Complete - id: 2674465
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Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten
A/N: BTW, the two questions are rhetorical.
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