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He bleeds in Wonder

swirls of colours in his mind
the red and the look of rusts
blood on a highway
bruises on his skin
he bleeds

collars turning russets
head in blazing ache
red hot lava
waiting to be born
again and again

his arms
crisscrossed with unseen marks
bleeding tears of hurts
he is alone
and he grieves.
Written by Grace (IDryad)
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