Bruises heal
Cuts seal
And tears they fall and dry.
But
Words sting
Noises ring
And the hurt it will not die.
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Poetry of thought
PoetryPoems and aspirations of my mind. Sometimes short stories [Not constantly updated]
Stabbed
Bruises heal
Cuts seal
And tears they fall and dry.
But
Words sting
Noises ring
And the hurt it will not die.
