There used to be a pain here
painted on the moist of my heart
blood slowly seeping in
dripping from the walls
slowly dripping
till the colour soaked my mind
oh so frigid, so unkind.
It used to be like this,
but is no more
thanks to the grace and kindness
of fortune and destiny combined in one.
Winter Issue 2019
5 years ago
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