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May 2021
Every word said
Just felt unsaid
Wounds appearing healed
Unnoticeable kept bleeding
Like a drop of water on a loose tap

Only the smell of an ink
With the turn of each page
Wet with each tear,
Understood the procedure
Of her words becoming a prescription
Written by
HOPE  29/F/South Africa
(29/F/South Africa)   
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