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Oct 2016
i picked apart
the scab upon my heart
as i thought the hole was healed
with new pretty pink flesh sealed
over
hidden.

I TORE TOO SOON
and bled inopportune.
**I was not ready to be wounded again
Oskar Erikson
Written by
Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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