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Feb 2020
Thread the needle
Tie the knot
There’s the wound
Pulsing hot
Pierce the flesh
Shut the cut
It’s infected
Festering but
No longer bleeding
At least not now.
Let’s pretend it’s all ok as long as we can plaster over the cracks, what’s there to talk about?
Written by
SWebster  F
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