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Hurt

The Hurt bleeds  

when they cut

when the tongues scythe;

through,behind your face 

 

silent cuts

that stun before the pain

that runs, to aimless eyes

of disbelief 

 

Your mind grasps

For what was lost

For what was taken; by

Sharpened tongues, that reap

🌷(5)

◄ Bare eyes to the world

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Comments

DESMOND CHILDS

Mon 14th May 2018 21:11

Thanks for the likes Anya, Damon and Xoanxo



All the best des

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