I don't know if you can feel it.
Touch your hands to the wound
Deep purple at the edges.
This is bleeding that won't stop.
I ran upon your sword so long ago
Let my insides fall apart.
And you trickle out
Ever slowly
From the chronic sore
Hole in the middle of my soul.
Black and blue
From a fight I stopped fighting
Before you ever realized
There was a weapon in your hand.
--2.27.14
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