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pick the scabs (Free verse) by NNirvana13666
I slit my tongue on an envelope I bled on white paper My blood drew a picture I defined it The shapes it made were senseless But blood alone sets my mind at ease I sat for hours watching my tongue bleed Faces and words came before me Drugless my mind was running on imagination The scent of blood is wicked The feel of blood is electrifying Keep on picking the scabs so the wound never heals

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