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[subcowell]

With this red ink I freely bleed phrases,
and splatter life upon open pages.

For parental love I cannot complain,
and in love forged courage I bare this name.

For romantic love I do hold the same,
on re-threaded sleeves I display her name.

But still I drip from un-clotted fingers,
in ambitious pools which stink and linger.

In ancient method I let out this blood,
cleansing my mired heart with divine flood.