RE: RE: Poetry of time: Blood, Blood
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RE: Poetry of time: Blood, Blood

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Breathing on the red signal
In the smoke of cars
I find the bloody salty smell.

The paper boy every morning
Go away putting fresh blood
Wrapping with newspapers

There is some really interesting imagery in your poem.
Where are the pictures from? If they are not yours, please include a source.

@shanibeer: Breathing on | Ecency