I am bleeding music
I am hurt; my mind, a wrecked room.
the way in, an inky vacuum swallowing words.
Words!
Swords of air, cutting through a soul
sharpening themselves on other
Words
Wounds are deep, healing slowly,
draining,
draining.
Words of song,
Colored by passion's triumph.
conduct the healing
melodies in, melodies out.
Along with rough words.
I am bleeding music
like always.
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Barb Dukeman
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