Genuine Silver Poetry
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Monday, February 27, 2017
Cleave
Cleave
My pen bounces off the page
Why?
Why must it bounce
When I wish to cleave
Into the flesh of the page
So that its blood may flow
Mixing with the streams
From my own veins
So that I might know
Why these words
Inhabit my mind
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