And the blood stains
and I remember
that there is blood in me
And the monsters we are
bleed and laugh generously
assuming we have a place
There are children
They are full of blood
they are full of all blood
We sit on rocks
and look at air and the Sun
And the Sun bleeds too
We should be
all that we are not
We should be all of ourselves
The blood fills up spaces
between the rocks
And we watch it fade
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