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The Blood of Poets

life happens slowly 

then quickly 

in the eye 

of a hurricane 

 

everything is silent 

and still 

on the outside 

destruction rages 

 

things change 

we recover 

we rediscover 

ourselves  

 

we’re overtaken 

slowly but surely 

by the ghost of 

everything else

 

You saved my life 

without you 

I would’ve died 

 

a long lonely death 

over a lifetime 

of tiny regrets

🌷(4)

◄ Truth

Woodies ►

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