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Poetry and Music

Sunday, March 31

Blood


Blood shines,
reflects as jet,
and
has a star,
much like that
of unearthed jewels.

One can drown
in light-laced intricate
depths
seeking
the fallen drop,
one that never did exist,
one lost in shadows -
at times created
by candlelight
limpid in wine.

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