POEM STARTER
Blood Pact
Write a poem which could have this as the title.
Blood Pact
Meet me at the weeping willow tree
At the turn of the century
And we’ll enter into the future wearing white.
Watch me prick my finger on a thorn
And bleed red roses.
I will bloom when the gloom of singledom lifts its fog from my wilting brainstem.
You are a breath of fresh air
In a world of mechanical steam.
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