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Another crimson sky comes out
Flooding into the dawn of light
Slowly giving grieve unknowingly
Still no one could ever read.
The scent of a fresh blood
Slowly scattering around the clock
Flowing unexpectedly along the sight
Unpredictable to judge for how long.
A thirst suddenly felt around
Searching for another round
Craving for another blood burst
But no one can predict when.
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Jr.
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