to heal, my friend
you have to bleed again
for who does not get wounded
piecing shattered fragments
barehanded
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Poetrya collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
i should've worn gloves then
to heal, my friend
you have to bleed again
for who does not get wounded
piecing shattered fragments
barehanded
