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Writer: Gurdit
Gurdit
32 minutes ago
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The grief is unfinished,

As she presses on my bruises wide open,

Hurting not just the flesh,

But my spirit,

That has been so brave,

And all I think about is,

If it has to end,

Can't it end sooner?

But she only tells me,

To breathe deeper,

And come back sooner.

 
 
 

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