Hurt
I leave my tears here,
on this white sheet my sorrow;
now, the white is stained-
The words hurt deeply,
like a dagger plunged into my heart.
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October 1, 2019
Poetry/Tanka/Hurt
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1185-408-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the FFI Blog Series, 15- Tanka
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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