viernes, 6 de enero de 2017


I need to lick my wounds,
cut my stitches,
Rest and be full again.

I need to comb my hair,
wash my face.
Nurse myself to sanity again.

So let me rejoice in my misery,
Nurture my sadness away.
It will be painful to watch,
but it will jump-start me again.

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