Stylus

Take my body
ply it in your gasp
let me bleed my
red ink upon
your stark white paper.
Feel your beating heart
pound upon the page
in the words of
the truth you fear.
Let me give my
life so that you may
be free
in the pool of
thoughts that
once was me.

6/15/00
klk

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