I could make this about anything,
Deeply felt emotions,
Torn from my heart,
Pulsing in time to the beat.
I could do that if I wanted,
But will not scribe these
To this page tonight.
Tonight I choose to keep them,
Within myself,
Rather than letting them pour out,
Like the cat-caught robins blood,
That filled the palm of my hand.
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