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Wounds

My wounds never heal.

When you stay, the blood trickles down my forehead. When you go it pours down like November rains..

But when it stops my teeth scream, and I bite the scabs off before they form. The wounds bloom welcoming, and hell gleams from beneath the rotten skin.

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