Somehow your first taste of
blood
is an initiation. A cold hard
truth
you live with
You nor I will ever forget
how momentous it felt to step
over,
to only fall
I know all too well
how far I’ve fallen, how deep
I’ve swam,
because I’m drowning
You know all too well
because your heart is lifeblood,
saving me
I hope this is redemption,
or something close, because
this is all I have to offer
Everything that’s said, the
glances met,
every solitary moment,
means the world
MM 1993
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