I have took bruises
All of my life,
I brace for impact
Upon my skin.
I take remarks like
A pinch of salt,
Using them as
seasoning on my soul
Yet for some reason
Your words are toxins
To my forever flowing
Unsoiled blood.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
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