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Layers unpeeled
Raw wounds exposed
Ones I believed
Ought to have healed
A fresh sting
Of pain new
Searing through
My very being
On my lips appears
The shadow of a smile
Abetting the pain
That my insides tears
It’s a rare moment
Of coming alive
Knowing you’re more than
Having your breaths spent



  1. Why don’t you compile all those beautiful poems and write one book. I am sure it will be best-seller.

    • Thanks but there’s still a long way to go before I am good enough for that πŸ™‚

  2. This was so nice… loved it.

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