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Blood Painted Skies

Sometimes this life

Being overly complex

I go in circles it seems

Dreaming of a fix


I could not write it down

These words are failing

As the time passes 

Thoughts always invading


I tried to love you

Enough to fill the sea

The value of a mother

And all that you will never be


Was patterned among the shadows

As I scraped my veins

Your inconsistency and madness

That slowly drove me insane


I inscribed you on the inside

I carved it in my thigh

I wanted you to see it…

To see my blood painted through the sky

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