Ulcer
By Gavin Betty
The thought of you now pains me,
Like an ulcer you sit and you bleed,
The sound of your voice is salt in my wounds.
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The thought of you now pains me,
Like an ulcer you sit and you bleed,
The sound of your voice is salt in my wounds.
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