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Bruised Peaches

Damaged Goods

By Brandee YoungclausPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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There was a galaxy in every bruise

I pretended you never gave to me

There was a shade of red so beautiful

In every cut I pretended I never gave myself

There was a note so sweet

In every lie I pretended to be true

There was a misery so deep

When I had to pretend I didn't still loved you

I found solace in every bruised peach

For being as damaged as me

I'd bang my fist upon my bones

to love me as much as I love you

But this body is now an empty castle

Filled to the brim with only smiling people

Pretending just as much as I am

heartbreak
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