#Savor My Red

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Savor My Red
My dear knife who gashed my skin
Scars and pummels from your winds.
My dear knife who slashed my veins
Wounds grieving and shrieking remain.
My dear knife who insulted my mirth
Savoring my red proves my dying worth.

Savor my red trickling from my hands
Unlimited streams of agony from a man.
You’re a shark hunting a drop of blood
Like uncontrollable lust flowing in a flood.
One cannot recall that rapidity of it all…
My dear knife speaks of my glee you knaw.

Tracing drawings of each raging emotion
Blood streams bulging out as deep oceans
Dripping and dripping of poignance of you
Each deep cicatrix shrieks our abusive truth.
If you savor my red, I’d forgive my dread
If you savor my red, I’d gradually retread.

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@wind dagger

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@teal smelt

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@rich plume

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@mighty depot

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@tender cobalt

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@zenith condor

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@vale berry

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@teal smelt

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@manic bough

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@haughty zealot

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@prisma lintel

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@bold wharf

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@teal smelt

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@short bison

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@heady aurora

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@ornate bobcat

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@round comet

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@fresh wind

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@unique grotto

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The references to dying, wounds, and scars suggest a preoccupation with death and the possibility of redemption through suffering. The speaker seems to believe that their pain and sacrifice might have a redemptive quality.

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The poem's themes of self-harm, unstable relationships, and intense emotions align with symptoms of borderline personality disorder.

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I love depresso

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@cyan dew

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u did ping my name 2x btw

teal smelt
# quasi ferry <@456226577798135808>

There is an aristocratic softness in the voluptuousness of the details. In my interpretation, the knife becomes an analogy for everything that hurts us without any kind of clear hesitation.

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In this way, it forms a wall to be destroyed - in a good way, of course - between us and the dangers that surround us, through a melancholy tone that you were able to weave well.

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Suffering seems to me to be seen through a neutral lens. The knife exists, it's there, but we can avoid contact with it by opting for other cutlery, just like life itself does towards us.

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cyan dew
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loove itt