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Rhiannon
Poems
Mar 2016
Think about it.
Six brutal stabbings,
All to the chest.
One, two and three caused a lot of suffering,
But I can't feel the rest.
My fingertips are tingling,
My throat parched and sore.
Corresponding with the stab wounds,
A pile of blood lies on the floor.
My skin is bruised and tortured,
My mind it aches with questions.
I would've put on an armour chest,
If I had known your intentions.
The way your fingers so easily intertwined with mine,
I thought that you loved me?
I thought we were fine!?
But then on your lies you choked.
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Rhiannon
United Kingdom
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