A Single Swipe

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One drop
Two drop
Three and more
The Crimson rain fell from his finger tips
A fresh cloud just opened above his hand
A piece of sharp lightning was all it took to start the heavy storm
Thunder comes from his throat choked and stifled
One drop
Two drop
Three or more
We may never hear from him
Not anymore

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