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The bleeding blacklists
I will write
In the margins
Along this page…

They’re what I have,
I’ve written down
So I invest in
People’s names.

Penned to blacklists
Their existences
Are worth more to me
Than gold,

I tell you now
I am not proud
Of the lies
That I have told

These words will never
Curse me out,
These words will never lie

These words will never
Judge themselves,
These words will never die

But underneath
Those trails of ink
You may just hear
A few,

My bleeding fingers
Thought of writing down
For you.

Rob Pavacic

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