fiction and poetry, lost, Love, pain, Poetry, Writings

Wounded

Wounded are we,
not from the cuts,
neither from scars,
but from words of someone,
now very far,
whose name is a flashback,
of a life dreamt,
and lost,
but somehow,
one gets used to them,
every night.

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