My mother once said poetry is in my blood.
That was the moment I found hope again.
Blood spills, but not in the same way it once was.
So i spell and I spill, while still sustaining my sane.

Submitted: March 28, 2023

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Nice Job (-: would u like read my short stories? They're called the mountain woman and the ears

Tue, March 28th, 2023 6:05pm

Clever PEN.

This is poetry: Pure poetry in the raw - not bad!

Wed, March 29th, 2023 1:04am

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