Follow Vishal Dutia on WordPress.comBlood is gushing everywhereFrom the lips of the bear’s faceOut the elevatorsThe children’s eyesWhen they are taken down by the axThe whole hotel is overtaken with bloodYou know I’ve started to thinkYou really shouldn’t sayThings you don’t meanThe way you gushed into meAnd then that womanWho seems so much older, and isn’tDear woman, I read your essayThat fate could have been meBlood is gushing from between my legsI can’t feel a thingNo reallyI can’t feel a thingWhen they propped me upThey said, oh, she’s so strongBut I am notI cry tooI cried for youYou left me, always, in the rainDear love, you were so braveThe blood exploded within youYou were that whole hotelCould have been usI gushedOut came the blue-green cream
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