quit telling me of wounds, but
show me the blood and pus
pouring out of each puckered ulcer
peppered across your war-ravaged flesh
for it is then
we can speak of poetry
quit telling me of wounds, but
show me the blood and pus
pouring out of each puckered ulcer
peppered across your war-ravaged flesh
for it is then
we can speak of poetry
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