The Final Wound

Flowing red drains
Random position against direction
The tight hug was beating
Remembered the smile on the printed face

Never move the soul
Because it's hard to get out of anger
The inevitable empty blow
Through the already broken word

Other entities come and go
as if the old past is back
The soul connection is again the opposite
as if surviving in a sea of ??torment

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