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blood

I blush reading it
and blush writing this
blood rushes places
where the blade I wield
is a soft tongue
my gift of destruction
is a temporary interruption
an annihilation perhaps
that does not last
but a good one

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Published Jul 27, 2008By John Bell
Categorized as Notebook, Poetry

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