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Monday, 12 July 2021

Your Blisters


Hey, doesn’t it ache a lot?
Quite foolish of me to ask that 
When I was the one
Who made those brooding scars in you, 
Isn’t it?
Scared as I am of your wrath, 
Can’t blame you for being angry.
Still, I won’t apologize, 
Rather I’ll fill those holes of yours 
With my blood, sweat and tears,
So that you wouldn’t hurt anymore.

 

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