The water runs blood red, the body lying in the middle of the stream. I’m walking and I hear the scream. The blood curling scream for the sight of something that was seen. I jog, I run, I haul over rocks and past the trees.
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The water runs blood red, the body lying in the middle of the stream. I’m walking and I hear the scream. The blood curling scream for the sight of something that was seen. I jog, I run, I haul over rocks and past the trees.