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Feb 2015
I
licked my wounds today
and they taste like you.
Sweet blood oozes and
there's infinite pain
in every squeezes

Memories keep these wounds
open, susceptible
to the bacteria of your lies
of the infection brought by absence.
Plagued by unacceptable reasons
of not having you.
There's no cure to this gangrene.Β Β Amputate this heart of mine pls.
Gabryela Speaks
Written by
Gabryela Speaks  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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