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Jan 2014
I.
when you dumped me
they said 'time heals all wounds'
and i said they were full of ****.

II.
when i pick my scabs
i still feel my heart
bleed out over you.

III.
on bad days i curse
your name until i fall asleep
it's my broken lullaby.
there are no instructions for fixing how i'm feeling.
hkr
Written by
hkr  the city
(the city)   
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