Poetry Wednesday – The Margins

The Margins

The margins do bleed
Like my paper tightened skin
Along with the night
Flows into beautiful songs
My sweetest regrets line
The pages lie dying
Corroded by mystery
Angels and ages of time
Save not the margins
Whilst they keep memories
Alive in their crimson
The margins do bleed
Into darker nights than these

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