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Drip...
Drip...
Drip...slowly, ever so slowly doth it flow freely from what seems an everlasting vein of life...the main vein...the one that floweth from the very soul..darkness has yet to come...chilled from within the depths of the bottomless cavern...

Deep...
Dark...
Red...as a fine Merlot, aged to what is said perfection, yet it still has the hint of young freshness...the cork has been removed to reveal all its beauty...let forth for all to share...yet there is no one...all alone it flows with purpose...

One...
Last...
Time...the chilling cold cometh like a wanton vulture...circling the prey as if lusting after it's death...the numbness sets in with finality and yet...the darkness has yet to fall...but yet...ahh yes... It has to be......whole yet alone...complete at last.

Alisa Brooks

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