Poems from there's ink in my veins

The wind picks up and the horizon turns burgundy red The people of this city scurry to their expensive cars  Racing to get home to see the...
The lines of red she's carvedWrap in squiggled ropes around her wristsThe red bands of beading blood Snap to the surface of her porcelain...
We are simply fireworks waiting to explode Guns ready to fire, the powder gone astray, We are simple human beings we say,  Our lives have...
 The space between my ribs Right down the center Sternum, I believe. That’s where he lives It’s where he hides...
The wind picks up and the horizon turns burgundy red The people of this city scurry to their expensive cars  Racing to get home to see the...

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