Bloody Blood bath

The stains on my clothes
bear witness of a bloody blood bath
which costs me treatment rough
and few hundred of bucks.

The stains on my clothes
bear witness of spiky spring
which costs me whole of winter
and whose wrath i wring.

The stains on my clothes
bear witness of a flimsy flower
which costs her the title
and the big head as a tower.

The stains on my clothes
bear witness of a bloody blood bath
which costs me my life
but a sniff from ye, a smile from me.

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