Stabbed in the back this knife won't budge
attached to my heart such a fatal hug
Loving the loss look at all this blood
Dripping through this viel of impurity
My viens dry out
Living for the day someone can hear my broken shout
Clasp onto the reason that make you unique
Don't be frightened to let your eyes leak
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A fatal hug, indeed. What are tears, but a reminder of pain? Interesting poetry.