Bruise
I wear mine raw, true blue badge of honour. Who would understand? No one.Filed under: Poems Tagged: haiku, memory, pain, Poetry, sadness, writing
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You lie not here, yet here- wired up, the beeps viridian tracings flowing through your veins. Our love seeps through, you later tell us. Seeps through, while we watch you sleep. We call your name. You...
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