bloodA Poem by Gblood from a thousand cuts/wounds some so insignificant that the memory is lost blood from a thousand memories some so good that it brings ecstatic pain the memories of a hedonistic masochist blood from a thousand scars hardened flesh over bruises of the heart and mind blood a little leaking out daily leaving a trail of hopes and dreams achieved and shattered reminiscing and forgetting we cannot cry our tears are blood
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Added on April 3, 2009 AuthorGBrooklyn, NYAboutThey say there is a thin line between insanity and well, sanity, ha, ha fooled you, can't always anticipate the mind of a creator. more..Writing
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