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Pain Box

Poetry By: Murnit

A low day

Submitted:May 6, 2012    Reads: 20    Comments: 9    Likes: 6   

The box is stained red patches

I do not open it much, too hard on my soul

Today I lift the lid slowly and look, knowing what will be inside

Surely its there, the source of my pain

My finger traces and memories flood in drowning

Consumed I know I want to heal, needing to be close to something real


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