she bleeds poetry

The Lonely Author

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she bleeds poetry

.

Her words are oxygen

filling my lungs with love.

Intoxicated by her verses

my head rests on metaphors.

Finding solace in each stanza

her writing inspires me.

My muse doesn’t write poems

she bleeds poetry.

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