When I cut my forehead on the pavement,
Secret trail of life
Of taste of bread and rust,
Here my brave
From the mindless scramble
When I hit him on the nose
Canine blood, he bit me in the calf,
Here my ruddy,
Evidence of the right difficulty,
Or an impression which
Ginger from fourth "b" was making.
It is my lazy blood,
Sleepy swelling of the crimson,
It is that sweet liquid,
Closed in the system of tubes,
Here in the sunset
My shimmering dew
On the finger under the fish-knife,
My mixt blood,
Confused with yours for the century,
Here's my silent blood,
my termination is written within.
Here swimming away from the chart
From cannula, through the tube
Into tiles of the Goldsmith hospital,
My red protection
Protection from hunger,
On the wiped hump
With oxygen you provide me,
With oxygen bobbles into my brain, and vessels,
Riddle of my beginning,
Juicy beef steak with the mustard,
Everyday blood, sweat and tears, because it's free
It is a scab on the knee and amen in the prayer
Drop to the drop,
Drop for Poland
For Winkelried back-breaking effort.
The next drop at the nose is hanging,
Alive aspergillum is sprinkling on the pavement
The last drop, the pure victim
Cultures of blood cells, red miracle.
And the time will come, will come, the test
Clouds of the lost, oh yes, oh yes!
Zero R H Plus
Willingly I will draw blood from me
I will draw blood from me.
And a time will come, will come, the test time
Zero R H Plus
Willingly I will draw blood off.
I will draw blood from me,
I will pass that content to you, I will.
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