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The scars of battle,
The Wounds of War,
Fallen warriors bleed
A river to red

But when a man
Is hurt, not by swords
But by consequences
Of love, of life

It's not blood that pours,
But tears of ink
Into the crumbled tapestry
Of a poet's heart
 2d Heixz
layla
Tracing my fingers along ribbons engraved into my skin

once opened, the red vomiting sentences i could never speak from within

as well as teaching myself discipline

each line is a confession of my sins

a decade spent releasing myself this way

just to scab and sink back in.
i must of brought this upon myself huh

— The End —