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like every inked impressions
chiseled into my brown skin
they kept refusing to blot out
i bleached it
with searing hatred
I never knew it would be only darkening
the imprint of our memories
I again bleached it
by layering resentment
over the raw scars
never knew this ink would be engraved
even more deeper
my skin now a vibrant souvenir
of memories of yours that lingers
will be etched now forever.
YOU ARE READING
Sealed Lips
Poetry𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱, You were 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.
