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Wounded
dont ask and i wont tell
dont breathe and you will hear the voice
of a woman bearing her soul.
hold my hand and feel this pain
kiss my lips and rid the shame
of dreamin' and hopin'
religiously of a single smile
from you.
I wrote this poem with my dear friend in my mind. She was...wounded.
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