There's more damage than you think
There are more holes to fill
The pieces in my chest haven't healed
And the blood drips still
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The Ink I Bleed (Poems)
PoetryCold steel kisses my skin, A sweet melody as it opens, Release the soul kept within, Let it run, Let it live. A book of poems. © 2014 Nicholas Stephenson. All rights reserved.
Trauma
There's more damage than you think
There are more holes to fill
The pieces in my chest haven't healed
And the blood drips still