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Phlebotomy: Poison VeinsBranches blackened by eternal winter spread surreptitiously beneath paper skin work and work till your bones are showing Writing uncertainty out and toxins in; The needles nib is round and sore Ripping flesh pages with vomitous ease These druggéd drips of inspiration pause within your bodys bent trees; And ink, my blood, calls back the void to settle on my skull: my skills are broke, my bones, my quill, the emptiness reborn with every line I have not yet spoke.Phlebotomy: Poison Veins
bite your tongue til the blood comes born[e] on it every word. til the blood  
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veritas amor est
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"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." - Einstein
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veritas amor est
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"Porque sabemos lo que el poder hará con la imaginación; imitarán al arte, y el arte imitará al arte porque el arte será el arte de imitar" Rocabruno
"There's not a moment to be lost!" Jack Aubrey
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I used to be arrogant and insecure. Now I'm just arrogant.
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I used to be arrogant and insecure. Now I'm just arrogant.
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