I'll scrub away the thought of me
in my mirror
till I bleed red
and my skin
turns coarse
and my heart
even coarser.
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the blue and the solace
Poésiea poetry, thoughts and an excerpts collection. - #8 in poetry - #2 in poem
c o a r s e.
I'll scrub away the thought of me
in my mirror
till I bleed red
and my skin
turns coarse
and my heart
even coarser.