Born
Being born
By passion and blood
By the written word
And such
You must be born to die
And in order to die
You must be born
With the word or blood
Erased we can
With the tip of a stick
Rubber will erase and place
In the murky waters
Site not to be clearly seen
At last blood is alive
When passion is the creator
And growth not need to be
To die
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