You pour hurt more
Than you love.
Why?
Pouring pain is your game or
Born habit?
I have welcomed your pouring pain
In me blood and in my artery.
I will carry all your pain
Till I die.
I will play with your pain
Till I lie in my grave
And I know you will be
Exhausted once
I am waiting for that day
Waiting…
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