AD (01/08/1970 / Camperdown, Sydney)

The Blood Of Doubt

For one full season I swayed with the leaves,

I fell to the ground in autumn,

decayed in the gutter,

gave life to another life;

I had died to live.

My hands are no longer covered in the blood of doubt.

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Comments (1)

lack or originality. wonder why you wrote this at all.