Sky Welch

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Bleed - Poem by Sky Welch

Sing to me your tormentful sorrows, bleed out thy wispful plight— A bloodless heart due cold, thine own self to bare, waste not the nectar of death, want not the bloodied arrow of plight.

Topic(s) of this poem: blood, death

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  • Rowan Welch (7/15/2015 11:49:00 PM)

    A superb expression of the actualism and lonely individualism of life's resulting implement. Well done, I hope to be seeing more of this. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 15, 2015

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