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Jan 2019
Forgive me but,

I seem to have
left some of
my words
deep inside
those gaping
wounds of yours

Retrieving them
is of no interest
to me

I may even,

push them in
deeper when the
opportunity
arises

I missed vital
organs intentionally,

for now anyway.
Written by
The Concrete Poet  M
(M)   
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