Poetry

Do You See Me?

My words have bled for far too long.I’ve glittered the blood and called it hope.I’ve passed that hope in poem and song,and puffed it out in whiffs of smoke. I’m bleeding dry.Do you see me? My chest holds a winter that shall not pass.Lay your head on it. Hum a song to it, will you?I’ve

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