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With a flick of her wrist She bleed crimson Drop after drop All collected in one big black goblet She was just waiting For the day that the goblet Could hold no more crimson blood And it will spill her blood And it will hungrily try to fill The now empty place inside And it will empty her veins Greedily for the thick red liquid And she will smile And thank the goblet For it's dutiful services And for it's greedy nature | ||||||||||||||
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