| wordache | ||
| Joana. |
These words aim to hurt you Tear your feelings off Open wounds in a blood cloth Making the pain you ought to feel Verbal punches, slapping, screaming Which cannot be here Unless through the mental These words have been forged So that you will listen carefully With your full attention Piercing deep Your core of oblivion Needing to be penetrated And burnt with the alcohol Of planned cruelty The disinfenction of your being In an augmented comprehension of the scar. |
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