Is my body fuelled by gasoline?
Those with blood don't ignite the way I do.
If I'm fuelled with gasoline,
Why do I feel so low?
Where do I seek a station to refill?
How do I put out this infinite flame in my body?
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Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
