No, no please, not again
I haven't had time to mend
Now deeper, now deeper
I've always been quite the weeper
The wound, slick with red
And my cheeks are ever so wet
So dry my flooding eyes
Tire me until I can't cry
stigma, V
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Epiphany
Poetry"Are you calling me a sinner?" Please don't use poems without permission. Ranked #174 in Poetry 061218 Images not marked do not belong to author.
