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tangle then repeat
bruises show their form
blood flowing from a hollowing storm
ink left to breed
where skin so passionately torn
I'm torn
nailed to a cross
I bare, born
no letting up for air
to err yet to be free
exploring every side of me
the ebb, the flow
getting to know
inside deep
forgetting what's sleep
and the misfortune of a dream
within
the thought of wind
winding the sheets
around the slits
in the wrists
one can't remiss
a mess that must
repeat
the night begging
just once more
for her
non-departing
kiss
blood flowing from a hollowing storm
ink left to breed
where skin so passionately torn
I'm torn
nailed to a cross
I bare, born
no letting up for air
to err yet to be free
exploring every side of me
the ebb, the flow
getting to know
inside deep
forgetting what's sleep
and the misfortune of a dream
within
the thought of wind
winding the sheets
around the slits
in the wrists
one can't remiss
a mess that must
repeat
the night begging
just once more
for her
non-departing
kiss
Published 20th May 2022
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21st May 2022 11:13am
Haunting conveyance, like a hopeless romantic. Excellent flow and rhyme Tim.
21st May 2022 2:57pm
23rd May 2022 6:03pm
Such exquisite imagery. Dipping your pen in the blood with the bruises passionately flowing in an array of colours. Exploring so many sides of me with your words. I was wading
in the ebb and flow of this feeling the serenity as I am pulled under the current to the bottom. You have left me with thoughts of winding between the sheets. The night begging for... non-departing kisses.
in the ebb and flow of this feeling the serenity as I am pulled under the current to the bottom. You have left me with thoughts of winding between the sheets. The night begging for... non-departing kisses.
23rd May 2022 6:29pm
