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Poem: Music of the Blood (full poem)









It is what it is
To cut open your belly
and bleed out on stage

To open one's eyes
and be caught by surprise 
that other's stare back through the haze

Oh, what it is
To take all one's pain
Give birth to a dirge as you mourn on the page



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