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An old friend of mine
Keeps paying me visits
in the early hours of the morning when the dogs bark

It's 5am
And she's here now
Swirling her pale finger through my hair,
trampling mud through my trembling synapses

She traces over my scars, smiling
She reels the shrieks out of my trachea
She carefully collects the tears from my jawbone 
and adds them to her murking hourglass

I try to tell her I can't play now,
I have things to do
But we both know that itself 
is the reason for her visit.

She's P.A.I.N

Pardy Kdzy Mupfumbu

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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