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A blooming bruise,

Like a vulgar red flower

Breaking through concrete.

A wound unattended,

And left to fester.

Boiling organism;

Rotting from the inside out.

There’s no words for the rage,

Only traces, consequences.

No way to fix it.

So let it, unbearably red,

Burn.

A.S.A.

Still have to find a good image to post it on insta.