Today I write a story of red
in my diary
dripping down from my wrist
like a relief to entangled thoughts
the words that escape my lips
are muffled and distant
if you read my words
then you know my pain
By Merdi Bakembo
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Author:
Merdi Bakembo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 16th, 2022 23:38
- Category: Sad
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