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Blood. Blood from paper cuts, bloodied knees from falling all day Innocent blood that transferred to bed sheets and I began to hide, its profanity that was sacred but I never understood. And here I am, no more appalled, celebrating the beauty of blood.
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Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 10:14 AM UTC
On womanhood
Blood. Blood from paper cuts, bloodied knees from falling all day Innocent blood that transferred to bed sheets and I began to hide, its profanity that was sacred but I never understood. And here I am, no more appalled, celebrating the beauty of blood.
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Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 10:14 AM UTC
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