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May 2017
The death of you
Is unpicking
All of the stitches
I've sewn up

And the wounds
Are being rubbed
In coarse salt.
Punishing me
For ever forgetting about them.
Lydia Victoria Kate
Written by
Lydia Victoria Kate  20/F/Cornwall
(20/F/Cornwall)   
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