Pain is not the slit of a wrist,
for the flap that forms a bruise.
but the shattering of a heart,
or a dent in the soul.
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Poetry Of The Forgotten
PoesíaPoems about people and things that have been forgotten over time
Pain
Pain is not the slit of a wrist,
for the flap that forms a bruise.
but the shattering of a heart,
or a dent in the soul.
