The Mending Poem

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Time offered me first aids
to heal the wounds
I had inside me.

Bandages to cover
the holes Trust had gave,
Alcohol to ensure
no Lies would spread,
and of course,
to heal the wounds wholly,
a Doctor be prescribed
to mend the aches
Love had brought
inside me.

to the man i once loved: a poetryDonde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora