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Death By Face
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Poems on Death The blood drips down,
Slowly,
Drips,
Down his arm,
Down the blade.
He puts his hands,
In the sink,
Of warm water.
The blood,
Drips,
Slowly.
Flows into the clear water,
Turning to red,
The room goes black.
She is all he thinks about,
How she wronged him,
How she hurt him.
Her face,
Is all he saw,
As the blood,
Drips,
Slowly,
Down the fallen blade,
Over the bathroom floor.
He dies,
From a fatal love,
A fatal obsession.
Her face,
Killed him.
