One cut.
Two cuts.
Three.Four.
Five.Six.Seven.
Tear fell.
Aching wrist.
Aching thighs.
Aching heart.
Aching mind.
YOU ARE READING
My Unsaid Words For Years
PoetryLife is full of misery loneliness and suffering .And it's all over much too soon.
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One cut.
Two cuts.
Three.Four.
Five.Six.Seven.
Tear fell.
Aching wrist.
Aching thighs.
Aching heart.
Aching mind.
