Nosebleed
By Parson Thru
Tue, 05 Aug 2014
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I sit here imagining a nosebleed
Nostrils hot and overfull
Metallic wine in my throat
and drip, drip dripping
from my nose onto my clothes
Outside, it's raining
The people come in to hide
Thoughts filled with headlines
and last night's conversations
Not long now, I tell myself
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