An inanimate
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Blood - red spot
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Awakes curiobity
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Of the crowd passing by
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Still warm pieces of
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A short life
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Bits of human flesh
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Deprived of shape
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Reached by fate
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Enhances common fear
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Of the crowd passing by
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It's fate breathes deep
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It's fate witers nearby
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Smoking and coughing
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Biting nails
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He may recognize
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Half - dried drops of blood
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And a smell
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The exciting fragrance
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Of broken innocence
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The tuth's endangered
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So off he goes
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With a tear in his eye
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And the same
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Question - why?
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Slowly he dissapears
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Among the indifferent crowd
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Passing by...
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...An Inanimate
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Yattering |