blood confusion fustration
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They say that the sap can cause a reaction
The way the pure, tart blood stains your fingertips
As you puncture each seed with feen and rejoice
So many people rushing about
Heading to Atlanta, to Seattle, to New York
Only thinking of themselves, their destinations, their time.
The man with the newspaper so wrapped up in the politics/sports
I hear them
the frustrated tears
beating at the back of my head
the Confusion
slithering it's tight hold on my heart
that much tighter
squeezing, gripping
working its way into my blood stream