Bloom

Strong like a stain
Set on your shirt
Tan from the blood
Torn from the root

Itch tied to pain
Stripped in loose dirt
Wet like the mud;
The point now moot

Cold in the rain
Spread out the hurt
Dreams come to flood
And turn screams mute

Left with the stain
Cut in your shirt
Red from the bud
That bears low fruit

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