I slammed my foot and required breath,
I gulped down liquid and spat out venom,
This time the atoms were destroyed and raised
Licking the floor with the blood on it.
Acceptable losses ensued as the fever lurked
Withstanding the pressure of a day that united,
Spreading the ideas of a youth in minor collision.
To see the quenching thirst blamed us,
It blamed us to see the quenching thirst,
As the overall children occupied the space of redness.
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