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I Bleed the poetry that comes from the verses unheard from the empty herses and left hanging corspe the forgotten child the baby unborn the soul of a creature yet to be restored and this force this sense that put blood into my vains this exquisite beauty of listening to noise the unheard melody without a single noise a tap a strum an echo of a voice its a dripping echo of broken stereos my record and my life a music note in a tune with a 4 keyed signature on an 8 beat fret and trip trip trip over the lines unwritten and plastered on paper and conceal the broken and tender lines flowing in blood from head to toe i force this poem i gorge this music the only thing beating in my black heart grown...
