You've engraved anguish in my insides
And it'll last more than a century
I'm all bones and dead
Yet you'd see the wound you've made still bleeding
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How A Poet Bleeds In Ink
PoetryA grieving poem full of rage, regret and affection dedicated to the person who unknowingly made my in-love-teenage world fall apart.
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You've engraved anguish in my insides
And it'll last more than a century
I'm all bones and dead
Yet you'd see the wound you've made still bleeding
