There are clots in me, stopping the vital flow, A river awash with lifes compulsary needs, An undertow, which pushes and drags me along, Some unknown selfish desire, from which we survive.
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tales of mystery, horror and suspense
There are clots in me, stopping the vital flow, A river awash with lifes compulsary needs, An undertow, which pushes and drags me along, Some unknown selfish desire, from which we survive.