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Bleed

by Dawnell Harrison


I love to bleed.
Throw me some more
Of that sweet pain
That you serve up

Like a root beer float.
I can cry a river
To your front door
For free.

Only you know
How to slap me
Straight into next week
As if time hit
The forward button.


Copyright © 2012 by Dawnell Harrison

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