As cold metal traces,
It's sharp edge leaving behind a trail
As it bleeds out it's every last drop,
You bleed, on a canvas so pale
Black.
From a place cold, deep within
packed with thoughts,
of Love, Sorrow, & Doubt
And as the last blot is blot,
placing the commas, and the dots
You have cried out a river
A eulogy,
A love letter,
A sonnet, of err and like no other.
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