Whelved

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There's pain whelved
into my veins
running like blood
all through my body
there's ache whelved
into my lungs
that I feel
as I inhale and exhale
there's hurt whelved
into my heart
reminding me of you
with every heartbeat

- people leave, but what they did stays







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