This was written on October 2nd in another blog....enjoy.
I bleed these tears for you
They've never been so red
My hopes, dreams, fantasies
Have now been put to bed
No more pretty flowers
To decorate my thoughts
Just the grey that lies in between
That will eventually help them rot
So why keep crawling into that bed
What's inside your head?
The blood I weep
Is
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