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[ Love ] The Blood Shed
Each
bleeding
and
bruised
tender heart
is a paint brush
needing to be held
firmly in skilled hand
that willed will forever
render poetry upon virgin
canvas in confused reds
never before spelled
with hopes of it no longer
being spilled on the floor
in Love's studio
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