Lonely Christ Poetry
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Thursday, October 24, 2013
Blood Loss
You have nothing left to lose
but that which I have given.
There is nothing but to choose
just which life you want to live in.
Feel it draining out of you,
like blood from an open wound.
Crying crimson you come unglued.
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