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Wednesday, 5 March 2014

Sticks and stones

The blade of your tongue
That you sharpened with my pain
Tore through me
And left me bleeding
The blade of your tongue
Vicious and unyielding
Takes out my heart and dissects it

While no bruises appear on the flesh
The wounds run deep
And scar my mind
And still you run
Like you are in control
Like you are in charge

Like you are not a bully

Valerie Masters

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