I feel it...
It runs thru the
Coarse of my veins
Like injections
Thats been injected
Since conception
I accepted....
The fact that, this
Is life for me..
Like a sentence, written or,
handed down, this...
Is life for me..
Power points like,
Needles stuck
The blood I bleed is
Black or Blue ink...
I feel it...
It runs thru the
Coarse of my veins...
I AM POETRY....
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