These words are blood
Running in a poet's vein
So I bled to be written
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Poetry"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
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These words are blood
Running in a poet's vein
So I bled to be written
