I eat and breath within the blood sea,
its heart setting the pressure.
To dive in its bulging depths.
Is its only gift.
To the hesitant world.
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Author:
Butter :3 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Day 19. I had lost my rhythm and feeling of these words:
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It has a sanguine feel somehow but I can not put my finger on its pulse. It bleeds words without revelation of the wound. Internal bleeding possibly. Nice
Thank you :3 just recall to allow your heart to open and fill the entire body with blood.
Most welcome
Well, Butter...that was a quick trip into some very dark water. My kinda poem, naturally! 😏 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The waters in which we dredge are filled with pure lies
I'm thinking your looking for inspiration through the depths here.
:3
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