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Giovanni added, smiling wickedly- “Wear something you can bleed in.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“That's true. Now let's get you rinsed.” I'm offering to wash his knuckles off the proof of fight, there is a big old baby behind his tough form and he revealed it today. I turned on the tap, he let me pull his hands to the running water. The water mixed with the blood on his hands was a stain on the white porcelain sink. The more water touched his knuckles, the clearer the water became. The blood stains was gone, I looked at his knuckles where the blood had gathered the most, “No cut?” I asked, avoiding glancing at him.

A poem dedicated to “blood and water” by Osuagwu Alexander. MY SIN What actually led me here What have I done Could I have saved him Was I scared or stupid Am writing to free my guilt But reading this script Literally pricks my conscience All I did was watch But I feel my ignorance was a sin And it haunts me daily I’ve always been wary But this blame was mine It was halp past nine On that cold dark night A scene pictographed in me My eyes met him afar

Still standing she reached for the pocket of her grey skirt. Beaming with a sinister smile she'd aim for that using a dart pin. There was a long pause and a heaving sigh as it hit that small balloon . A red sticky liquid splattered and stained the immaculately white board. "No harm done it's just flour diluted in water with red dye to create a sticky consistency." She reassures them that gripped their hearts in fear instead of peace. "Don't worry it will be real blood next time. Try pulling that stunt again and I swear I'll make you write ' I'm sorry I'll never do it again... ' with your own blood. Fair enough, I would be thoughtful enough to cut your index finger then I will watch you wr

Blood oozed out from his throat Bingo! Perfect hit on gland Bravo!

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

Blood gushed out of my hand as I screamed out in pain. "FUCKING SHIT."

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He doesn't desire his blood sister dead does he? He need share his blood and rescue my life. "Are you nuts?" "Are you f**king abandoning me?" "I f**king need your blood" I scream at him. He again halt. He turn smiling to me. I heave loudly. He's certain to share his damn blood. He bite his palm and let his blood drip into the champagne glass. The bite heals. He admire his blood. It's colour, texture and abilities. He smirk. "This?" "You're never getting it" he smash it and exit

“This is not going to come out, is it?” I look down at my shirt. “Of all the nights I didn’t wear black.” Grimacing, I pull my shirt over my head, trying not to get blood on my face. “I guess I’ll just toss it.” I roll my shirt up the best I can, keeping the blood and guts on the inside, and put it in the kitchen garbage, tying the bag shut and putting it in another to make sure the smell of blood isn’t detectable.