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DEEPEST WOUND

My Graze, My Sieze
My Liege Ditched
I Scrape, Yet It Sore
Melancholy Bruises Me

It Is So Broad Lit
By My Scar I Dawn Star
Blood Thine Vein Beweep
Dainty Dark Lesion Thyself

Canst Leisure Sorrowful Drift
To Be Shall Drowned Inhaled
Tears Comes Down, Drops Untuck
Maim Thou Art, Impair In Soul.


© -John Edward Kenneth Parado