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Drip
Drip
Drip
The blood that falls,
Is the life you run from.
Upon the shattered glass,
You leave your mark.
The mark that bears your symbol.
The symbol of your story,
The story of your death…
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
The blood that falls,
Is the life you run from.
Upon the shattered glass,
You leave your mark.
The mark that bears your symbol.
The symbol of your story,
The story of your death…
Drip
Drip
Drip
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