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On Purpose

I see the blood dripping down my arm.
Red liquid in a running line

I smell the blood dripping down my arm.
Irony and salty

I hear the blood dripping down my arm.
Making splashes as drops hit the floor

I taste the blood dripping down my arm.

Mineraly and smooth
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Gan Chennai 24 May 2010

To inflict an injury even by mind itself is wrong. Buddha meant it. He lived it. All the best.

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Iron Panda 23™ 12 May 2010

sooo good x3

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