Words are in my blood.
Red corpuscles the syllables.
White punctuation.

They flow into heart
each racing
to my epicenter of pumping *****.

Little haematids dance
bonding inside hearts song.

They all become like flag
in red, white, and blue
echoing the anthem of life.

They float grabbing breath
to make visions materialize.

Soon blood generates
a vortex of thoughts
that coagulated.

And wala a poem is born.



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