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A Poem by Tenebrousoul

I don't know why you would want
This dirty heart.

Stained, scarred,
And skinned.

Raw,
From picked at wounds,

Caked in mud,
Tossed, near torn apart

Take it, but please be gentle,
It's a little fragile,

It can still be yours,
If you want.

© 2019 Tenebrousoul


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Added on July 13, 2019
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Tenebrousoul
Tenebrousoul

Gainesville, FL



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I'm 29, and have been writing my whole life. It's only the last few months that I have been able to write poetry of any substance. I love short stories, essays, and poems, mostly. more..

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