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Plasma Of Time

My heart bled and writing was an open wound As words poured out in hemorrhaged pleadings No suture or hemostat clotting their flow The nearer the end the harder it pumped In gushing pulsations of finality Bleeding out what time — could never give back (Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

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