Red Hand

In your hand, there is a spot

In the middle of your palm

Where my heart sits

While you can squeeze

And crush. And make it bleed. It'll always have its place. Even as it's life fades, Bloodstains remind you, I'm still here.I'm yours.

This poem is about: 
Me

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