across the desert

I don’t need to bleed anymore

I think I’ve bled enough already

then- If I know that-

I know this- 

I’ll bleed again

Next time and 

the time after that

Until I am paper made dry

maybe left to crumble

maybe like sand in the sun

maybe like scorch marks

across the desert

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