There’s a deep hollow. May be because of the cut, which
I had just received.
I see blood dripping down…
I can hear the sound. Yeah, it’s flowing slowly…
“Oh! I had been always afraid of blood,” she gasped.
“Ahh! It’s still churning. Can you feel it?” I roared.
She looked into my eyes with sheer curiosity.
She shrugged her shoulders and nodded to respond no.
“I don’t see any, “she shouted with anxiety.
I mumbled, “The cut is there in the soul.”
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