Wasted Blood Poem by Jessel Jane Tevar Toring

Wasted Blood

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She wasted her blood
just to be another's dream...
another's life...another's strength;
gave something which she never had
just to be another's dream...
another's joy...another's love.
Now she crawled on her
own wasted blood.

Thursday, February 21, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,strength
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