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Let your soul stain the paper Like your blood stains the floor Smearing squalls of liquidated life On the palms of your scribbled war Squeeze your heartache with your hand Like a sermon spills a pariah’s plight Cleansing the sins of your visceral voice With the tears from which you write Strain the sediment of your strife Like starvation scavenges a gutted shore Siphoning the spoils of weeping wounds Dripping from the lines of your lore

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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