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Oct 2016
I thought I should write a happy poem
But I only write at night.
The ink of blood dripping from my heart
becomes thin and transparent in the light.

So if you want me to be honest:
The thought of you fills me with words
yet renders me speechless
to the point where writing hurts.
Nessa dieR
Written by
Nessa dieR  F/N.L. Tamaulipas
(F/N.L. Tamaulipas)   
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