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Mar 2017
I lay myself upon the paper,
my bones infused with each line.
My brain splattered upon the page
Drenching the words with my mind.

These stories drip with my blood,
whose rhythm is synced to my heart.
Ink sealed by my kiss.
My soul in the form of art.
Elisa
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Elisa
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