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Wounded

Updated: Feb 22, 2024

By Safa Peshimam (Kalopsia Wiz)


Scars so deep,

Every night did she weep.

Blades in her hand,

No scar was covered up with a band.


She let those wounds bleed,

Just like he let her heart bleed.

Left in the bottle are drugs,

just some,

Awaiting for the ultimate end to come.


By Safa Peshimam (Kalopsia Wiz)



 
 
 

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Nadeem Peshimam
Nadeem Peshimam
18 sept 2023
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The grace and eloquence of your poem are a reflection of the grace and eloquence within your own heart.

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Fady M.Farahat
Fady M.Farahat
11 sept 2023
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your words is everything

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tanzimp
11 sept 2023
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The elegance and grace of your poetry are a reflection of your profound understanding of the human experience.

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Your poem is a heartfelt expression of the beauty and depth of the human spirit, leaving us inspired and uplifted.

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