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2006
A piece he wrote to a friend who was a cutter.
crimson sweat
the sticky-sweet crimson sweat
that blooms in bitter moments
when the pain rises up to challenge you
for control of your soul
does not own you, but you it,
as an expression of the reins
you slipped onto your heart
to guide yourself towards something.
something you cannot yet define.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
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