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Feb 2016
Why do I dream of blood
Of red, crimson so
Pooling on the floor
Leaking from my phone
Words that are being spoken
Written out in text
It is as though my fingers
In the blood ink well have met
I have some very vivid dreams. This one haunted me all day. Had to get it out.

#blood #words #inkwell
Karina Norris-Veirs
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Karina Norris-Veirs  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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