Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

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04 March 2014

Bleed

We all bleed
and occasionally feed
We shed our fear
behind the tear
We turn up dry
before it's time to dye
We like our hats
to remind us of our rats
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