hush hush
keep old wounds open
secrets from yesteryear
Watch the scab grow,ever so slight
A rose in the desert,
no more noise
we sleep in cities
where the walls have dissolved
leaving gaping holes
timidly,we mock the presence of their citizens
I welcome you with curled fingers and open palms
Into the jungle of my foreign body.
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a stitch in time saves nine
thread words to seal my wounds
