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The taste of blood on her lips,
She opens them.
It drips,
On the floor,
She lays,
A dark pool in the midst of a glittering forest,
She wipes away the red metal.
Eyes open.
Searching.
If you can keep up,
flow with me.
I value my freedom and independence,
I always strive for transcendence.
But for now,
flow with me.
I fight for what is right.
A child doesn't thinkabout making memories about the dangers or consequencesbut about the adventure.
