Do you feel them?
That future, those dreams
so close that you can taste them
like blood on your tongue?
Thick and sharp and delirious
A sign that lets you know
That you are
finally
alive?
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"I let them bleed for me. I let the words dig up What the eyes can't see." A collection of small, personal poems. Copyright: ©Queenofquixotic Cover Design: @procrastinity
