This blood of mine flows on and on.
I cannot lament, for then it would be known by all,
The deeds done after dusk.
My weakness has to stay hidden.
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O Blood of mine,
I lament, Pleading forgiveness.
Deafness hears my sobs,
Red tears continue to trickle down my legs.
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Regret is not a child's friend, for
There's no returning the limbs of time.
This sea of anguish,
For the price of my secret.
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”BLOOD”
By
Ada Wrytes
1/30/2018