Bleeding over you
These times can hurtBut so do you
A thorn in my heart
A sword in my side
You said you would catch me
I found out you lied
Bleeding over you
These times can hurtPoetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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