Wading through blood
Spilled so long ago
With smiles on our faces
Ignoring its flow
As it rises up past
Our heels to our shins
When it all starts to drown us
We’ll learn from our sins
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Wading through blood
Spilled so long ago
With smiles on our faces
Ignoring its flow
As it rises up past
Our heels to our shins
When it all starts to drown us
We’ll learn from our sins
I like your optimism here ; )
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