cotton dabs
dipped in blood;
crossed heart,
incinerated lungs-
wishing upon
broken dreams-
i swore to believe.
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Poetry-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended
