When the Pen Calls for Blood

It's funny how writing begets writing. How when one begins to bleed new blood It comes forth glistening clear. I came to you as a maid still burning And hope you whispered in my ear. Do not forget my weary soldier. Heart that in the hills may cry. Beget the tears upon the paper That... Continue Reading →

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