My wounds were
too delicate
for gauze and
too bloody
to be left to heal.
So, you gave
me salt to mix
with my water
and rub into
the interventions.
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
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My wounds were
too delicate
for gauze and
too bloody
to be left to heal.
So, you gave
me salt to mix
with my water
and rub into
the interventions.
