healing the wound of my soul
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War boils within;
Battlefield of my heart, scorched skeletons
Of memories rancid.
The tree of delight drips bare.
To You I exposed my heart,
Sublime seeds of offense,
intimate moment
upstairs in familiar territory
not to make love
but to release emotional feelings
that was imprison in a bottle
genuine feelings of relief
expressing truth at its purest form
