ibleedtheriddle
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She caught me when I fell.
She saved me from my own hell.
She carried me when I couldn't walk;
She gave me light when I saw only dark.
Behind her back I would see wings;
I bleed the riddles
within the lines,
within the stanzas
So much so that I need the words of nourishment
to give me lively breaths
and keep the muscle in my chest movin
