I found this poem that I wrote a few years ago and I thought I would post it!
thoughts bleed from my mind
and my nimble fingers apply them to paper
the ink is my blood
as it trails evidence that i was once here
what i thought, felt and observed
lies here in the pools of what was
and now you see it
you see what i felt
and perhaps you wonder
what wound caused the blood to fall
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