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A FREE VERSE
I watch it trail down my wrist caressing my fingers dripping on the floor…
It isn’t just red its the colours bleeding out of my soul.
My heart is shattered glass, shreds ripping my throat… Cutting my tongue,
I don’t speak because I can’t anymore.
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