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Tasting blood
I never know,
and trying always breaks;
just like stanza's written on
earthquakes.
The further I reach out,
the deeper I doubt.
Why does the heart bother
chasing dreams,
ignoring the brains
cautious screams.
Some things show
their worthiness,
although it's hard to read
the blurriness.
Rubbing my eyes
only makes things clearer,
Realizing that im staring
into a mirror.
Sour taste starts to flood,
this how i feel and now im
tasting blood.
*S*
