Festering wounds
virulently scratched,
cherished heirlooms
of sadistic pleasure.
Perhaps not intended
to be so...
Strange,
when the purest part of you
slights the primordial.
Thursday, August 9
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2 comments:
Dun we all do this to ourselves time and again?! Hurt ourselves with a vehemence that only we know and bleed and died over and over again...but who cares! the wounds still there..ready for another blow...!
die*
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