May 5, 2023, 11:20 AM


  Poetry » Love, Phylosophy
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Hearts shaved, blood drained.
Where was I when you called my name?
They were hiding their true faces - ashamed.
I was in the background, staying all the same.


Cold bones, felt through flesh.
I was always the one to blame.
Look them in the eyes - fresh.
I was in the fire, burning up in flame.

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