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Obnoxious Thoughts

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I don’t feel anything anymore
the wound that bothered me for eons
has become my companion now,
and I don’t know how or when
but I nurture my lesion now
treasuring it with utmost care,
and I keep fiddling it
to keep the pain young,
for I want to get the betrayals
close under the guards of my fragile heart

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18 thoughts on “Obnoxious Thoughts”

  3. What’s a heart’s worth that hasn’t ever had a lesion.
    What a soldier’s worth who’s not had a wound.
    What’s a poet worth who doesn’t treasure the wound and its anecdote within him.

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