My blood, redder then wine.
My blood,is better than fine.
My blood, has traces on the walls.
My blood, makes me feel whole.
My blood, is on my hands.
My blood, something I can stand.
My blood,is now meeting my gaze.
My blood, fades through the days.
Does This Mean I’m Moving Forward?
February 11, 2021
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You passed the test,but you don’t remember.Seasons changing,it’s always December.Clean the stitch,until you feel better.Go through the gate,until you you figure,what it’s all about. I wish
