Words are my breath and my blood.
I breathe complex emotions and hopes for humanity.
I haemorrhage out the pains and sadness of a world in torment.
I sigh a poem onto the page,
Bleed my story onto the paper.
To be without words is to be without life,
Starved of oxygen,
Suffocating on a void,
Drained of blood,
My ink would spill.
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