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Dec 2012
Bleed with me
Bleed as they did
at the typewriter
Be bled
Blood spilled
Paper soaked
with blood
Stickily red
Sickly red
Dripping parchment
Sheets of red gold
The scarlet coloured
stain of truth.
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There is nothing to writing
All you do is sit at a typewriter
and bleed


**-Ernest Hemingway
Michael Sinclaire
Written by
Michael Sinclaire
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