By Damien knight
The salt in these open wounds
It just burns, burns, burns
Keep pushing the cuts, dear
It fuels the fiery rage
I need a lover to lick the wounds
To soothe the soul, seal them shut
But every time a love is “therapy”
They leave more cuts across me
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