Control BloodA Poem by Narshada
It seeps between my fingers
And there’s not much I can do To hold it in, hold it back Staunch the flow Stem the flood I’m just going to sit here for a while And tend the wrong wound A metallic taste like All the iron came to the surface And I’m drowning © 2010 Narshada |
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Added on October 5, 2010 Last Updated on October 5, 2010 Author
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