Bled Out

Septum cleaves cloudied smiles
Kisses break over drought winds
Prison to what must be, not what is
Words found left all but bled out

Author: Ward

I’m the creator and operator of this little corner of the internets, writing on all things related to art and more specifically my experiences trying to figure this whole thing out. I guess I’m trying to figure out life, too, but mostly I just post about art here.

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