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You the blood.
You walk all over me;
Day or night you never see,
You just flee;
Like those waves of sea,
Every time you gave me fresh feel;
Till my heel,
I feel presently;
By those what you carry keenly,
Especially In between pectoralis;
Deep down you exchange to not bring itis,
To breath out what greens need;
You went through what I feed,
You gave what is left over;
Those stoma kept me long ever,
By Giving it showed;
How to live,
By taking I showed,
How can't I live;
By not holding green,
I'm fighting for red inkling.


© suvedha