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Impaled Again
A sword slices through empty space,
the air bleeding as sutures trace
To pierce not once but pierce again,
your breath scarlet, its stain portends
A breeze sharpens-all time erupts,
seasons hemorrhage and flow corrupt
The wind incited-torn by pain,
truth the loser, impaled again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
the air bleeding as sutures trace
To pierce not once but pierce again,
your breath scarlet, its stain portends
A breeze sharpens-all time erupts,
seasons hemorrhage and flow corrupt
The wind incited-torn by pain,
truth the loser, impaled again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
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Impaled Again
Impaled Again
