I saw him bleed his soul
In words
A trail of rainbow
Dripping
Amidst ink and ash
And streams of grey
Where his silent footsteps had been
I rummage
Thro’ the coloured streams
Upturn each drop and scrap
Hoping
He wrote my name on one of them
With bits of love
Oozing rivulets beneath his skin
MS
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