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Color of Blood


Who knew blood was blue?

stained on the pages

giving stories

and poems, and lives.

Entire worlds created under the prick of a finger

and a heart pouring through the point of a pen.

Then I shut the journal and live

and love some more, 

only to fall back to my pages

and rediscover the true color of blood,

coming from a ball point pen.

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