History

Blood lovingly spilled
on my ages of past.
Fresh blood dried and red –
a fresh crimson to last!

All the while, now it’s dried up
and curdled
and fresh:
The scabs of tomorrow
scar all today’s flesh.

Purple Thistles High Elms

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