what to do for spilt blood,
naught else but to write,
urgently before it dries,
dies, these words,
would produce little affect,
had they been vein written,
draw red out from the surface,
blue or black,
as stilled waters they run,
deeper, drowning in depths opaque,
ink this is my blood,
perception and repetition,
the unwelcome servants of time,
suffer through reliving,
side effect of the subjective,
by...
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