BleedingI stand here Bleeding before youBleeding
Entrails spilled
Red Rivers forming
I call out to you You smile, laugh And turn you back
I fall towards the ground Blood-loss taking hold Calling, crawling, Sprawling Towards you
Trail of red Almost dead And still I drag Myself Towards you
I liked the photo of the eye, it's very good!!!
What more you like as well as photography and literature??
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**NanO**
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