BleedingA Poem by BrokenBleeding from the cuts of the arm, in sync with the oulse of the heart, pouring through the bandage, all over the ghost like figure, the figure of a spirit, bleeding all over him as he gently covers the cut as if to give it a second chance, the chance to make it right, but how much can be fixed before it happens again? © 2010 Broken |
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Added on March 18, 2010 Last Updated on March 18, 2010 |

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