Words Have Bled
paper to a pauper
starving artist
patient soul
wait for the hunger
to drive the words home
stoke the fire
of your dire dying breath
and hold it in deep
until you cannot sleep
until your words have bled
on that page
let the pain of starvation
be the start of inspiration
let yourself let go
of all you think you know
and sing a song
you've never heard
before
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