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Bruises

by Shunkawarakin

I can taste myself rotting from the inside The cycle repeats religiously All that’s left lingers Slipped so quickly through thin fingers. After the teeth and hungry hands are no longer On to the next they wander.

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Published: Mar 1, 2022
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