I write from my soul to yours I undress my heart to show you my scars. Crimson-tinged words need no pages Scattering into synapse spaces. The pain spills as blood blue ink Dipped in the inkwell of syllabic sync. Hold my words close to your heart They are my soul's oxygen chart. I am a poet who paints with her pen To frame my page with your name again and again.
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