Bleed unto me;
I bleed unto thee.
Mocked on a black cavalry;
Veils thrown onto me.
Thrown into a carnival parade;
I scream unto thee.
Unheard and twisted;
I bleed into me.
--- Ink and Wander
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Poetry - inking my soul (1)
ПоэзияI am trying my hand at original poetry, because sometimes the heart and soul demand to speak even when you refuse to. This is my first collection - and it consists of 20 poems. I have written more than 20 which should have been part of this collecti...
