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The dawn again illuminated the pointillism of blood
my skin has painted on the bed.

I look at the mirror as I shred even more
the wounds I wrote in my sleep.

I cry at my image in the mirror
I scream underwater, burning my sores.

Please let the ocean of my eyes
fall like a drop into the wounds
that it may make a garden flourish.

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