The words you utter
Are multitude minute grains,
Sand spat at me,
To hit cell and blood stream.
Deluge of grit, grate and sear,
Through my body, soul and mind.
Until it pounds upon my chest,
The flames of your true meaning scath,
Turns heart to glass,
Which you shatter.
To you - no matter.
No thought or apology
Of the pieces you've left of me.
You carry on without care,
While I can never repair.
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