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Aug 15
everyone i love has my blood on their hands
wether metaphorically
or literally
i no longer feel safe in the arms of lovers
my heart weighs so heavy
within these heavy broken bones
blood seeping through bruised skin
iā€™m exposed
open and welcoming
for anyone to come and make home in my hollowed out chest
love is no longer what i crave
04-2019
Written by
anna
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