HurtingWamathaiMay 17, 2011148 viewsPoetry2 Comments148 views 0 I’m tired. Because my life is hurting. I’m hurting. Because my heart is bleeding. Gushing, pouring, seeping, streaming. Congealing. Pulses of warm, fragrant, liquid life. My heart is emptied. © QQ | blog | twitter | Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)
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