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Punctured
- Zach Lucana
- Oct 1, 2019
- 1 min read
You rip through me
Like a bullet in a shoulder.
Instant pain,
Bleeding out
Sapping my energy slowly.
You leave a deep scar
That even time cannot heal.
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