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There's a certain rawness that seals itself
Within my heart
And my soul
And my flesh
And my bones

That consumes me day and night
And hours
And minutes
and seconds

I cannot conceal the truth
That my aching heart
Is bruised
By a certain you

My knuckles, bruised, heal
While my tender heart stalls
Waiting for your love
To come back for me soon

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