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the angel

In metaphorical nurses attire

The angel came to aid me
All hurt imbued dispersed
A thousand battlefields roared
Immeasurable soldiers cursed
A victory won with a white flag
Every truth is to someone a lie
Words like salt get rubbed in old wounds
They will never stop you dying

(2013)

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