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Blood

February 27, 2012
By jessicags GOLD, San Diego, California
jessicags GOLD, San Diego, California
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Favorite Quote:
"I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten - happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." Brenda Ueland


Don’t speak of blood to me,
My heart is coursing with sharp pain,
I was born like this and I will die with this,
I watch the clock wondering when,
Tick, tick, tick,
The beats melting with my footprints,
Where I went and where I am going,
No one will tell me
Don’t speak of blood to me,
My heart is coursing with sharp pain,
I was born like this and I will die with this.

The author's comments:
This poem is written about my heart condition and the pain that comes with it.

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