writing

bleeding out

With you

I always wore

my heart on my sleeve

I kept it there out the outside

so that you could see

over time I learned that

you didn’t want to see it there

all that bleeding

so it got put into a wooden box

locked up

and you never wondered where it went

didn’t ask me why

I kept it hidden

or where I kept

the key

– spiritwolf

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dreamer, writer, explorer, creative, critical thinker, maker of my own reality. part left - part right brained, often found out chasing fish, the moon, music, muse... the magical, mystical and metaphysical, art, travel, foodndranks, my pack, beauty, the light and the dark, adventures, the arcane, the strange and profane...

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