Tainted Blood Poem by Dorsey Baker

Tainted Blood



If you keep opening a wound
It will never heal
And if everything is fake
Then nothing is real

Like a kiss
Like a hug
Like love

Before you can judge
How deep the bitterness goes
First you've got to
Give it a taste
If everything is precious
Then there is
Nothing to waste

Bad blood it always runs cold
Deadly enough to
Kill the body the spirit
And the soul

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