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Nosebleed SunThe nosebleed sun bled on meShedding me but letting me through A common ground with a nothing around. Would help me forget what I knew A belly of warmth that lives on the sand Like cold shadows live on the land A sign that life in a shapes and size Aren't equal to that of a man Death to my left and my ego far behind I cherish the gift that is life As I search for a sign a gate or a word Something that's different than my made up world |