.The tragic poet cannot write his history in the hillside.
Still desperate, fingers claw the ground.
The fragile poet learns how night will lose it's memory
of veins exposed in moonlight
when the sleep is washed from it's eyes.
The tragic poet cuts himself wide open,
flaunts vul.
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