poetry writing Bled Out November 15, 2009 · Ward W. Vuillemot Septum cleaves cloudied smiles Kisses break over drought winds Prison to what must be, not what is Words found left all but bled out share post email Ward W. Vuillemot I'm arguably an amateur artist. What I lack in skill, I hope I make up for with passion. ← older Soaked newer → Greened Priory