# I bleed

Author: harpier
Tags: Poem, Poetry

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I bleed,  
  
Both sides of my toe,  
  
The red ichor flows  
  
And you can have it all.  
  
I don’t bleed by choice,  
  
By I choose to not crust.  
  
Here, have it and be done,  
  
Drink greedily as you do.  
  
Your favours nourish me.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/eq52Lx6e