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Jun 2017
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words won't simply hurt me
No, they'll burn more than acid on skin,
Settle like dust on every thought,
Pound me as water would stone
Itch like sand in my eyes
But they'll be the only thing I have left of you when you desert me.
Hiraeth
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Hiraeth  14/F
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