Day: August 3, 2020

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  I was left open to bleed out. Hurt and in pain, pained and in hurt. Vulnerable to anything around me, you made your way in. You infected me, and it felt like love. You had gentle hands and an even gentler soul. I couldn’t see the knife you hid. I began to heal. My cut […]

  indie

  August 3, 2020

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