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by Sunshine Aug 8, 2020 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Inspecting my skin like mad, searching for a source of pain. There are no bruises but those life tissues ache; they prickle with horror deep within. I can't find a trace of scars; but I'm so full of havoc, so full of Beirut.
by Lindsay
I love the way you wrote this. It could be interpreted many different ways. My favorite part "but those life tissues ache; they prickle with horror deep within."
by Poet on the Piano
Oh my.... all the love to you, this is beyond heart-wrenching :(
by Star
this hits hard <3