where blood still flows…

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now I admit there is no egress
all there is Dante’s hell
three months later came the fire
though your letter burnt as well

something was lost inside that vacuum
an easy shot from where you fell
irony seems to be your best asset
no more does he buy what you sell

days I dreamed that we’d be golden
held no truth in winter’s snow
still the joy that died with laughter
cut the vein where blood still flows…
(Copyright 09-26-14)

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