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yearly you see me, I draw blood precisecly, though name not me, but the field I am in. my beginning sounds like your congested, while the rest brain vivisected, what is this field, that draws blood professionally?

Without my first, I’m beneath or below. Take away my last two and I’m a fluid motion. All together I’m beauty to behold.

A concoction constructed by earth and a shower. Found in puddles and when you over water your flowers. Some seek it for thrills, using motors and tires. Others use it to bathe at the spa, if desired.

Beneath the surface, I swallow all, From silver spoons to drops that fall, When water flows, I am your fate, Letting go what you can’t abate. Yet in the realm of sound and sight, I bring many as one, in seamless flight.