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The
rivulet of blood,
Streaming
down the ridge
Of
my low lying heart is
Like
a pool of stagnant water
Of a long forgotten flood.
And it was melting
in well together
With the
fretted hopes and aches
With no warmth of love:
To
vaporize,
And
to pour down again
In
rain with droplets of yellow
For
newer dreams
To
take a replenishing shower.
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