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Written whilst listening to Solange: Don't touch my hair
My wound is dark
My wound is deep
My wound is disasterous
My wound comes everywhere
My wound won't heal
My wound is my nightmare
My wound bleeds
My wound cries
My wound is infected
My wound hurts
My wound seeps
My wound wripped further
You can't see my wound
I can feel my wound
Nobody cares about my wound
Monday 24th July 2017 1:24 pm
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