I hurt.
I do not know why.
I am the same as before, before them. Before I knew them or anything of their world.
I am the same as before.
Perhaps I hurt because I tasted something else.
Something that was not from my before-me.
Or maybe I just thought I did.
I hurt.
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Poetry Collection
PoesíaOriginal poems composed by Grayson Loffman and Jane Apricity.