To Bleed

Some part of me goes into everything I make

Most days, I pour but a portion of my soul into the work of my hands

But sometimes, an arris or edge takes a literal part of me

A drop of blood to help the glue cure

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Like a horcrux made of Eastern White Pine.

A poem, by The Apartment Woodworker

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