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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.
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.
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