Gavin Mercado
Theedle them,
Theedle thee,
How many heartbreaks are inside my spleen?
If they arise will they burn
Or maybe turn into an unpleasant surge,
If I make them whole again,
Will they swell like a sore?
Or bleed out like a dying boar?
Theedle them,
Theedle thee,
Why do you keep doing this to me?
If the pain is swelling up inside,
Then I will feel so that they die,
If I make them whole again,
Will they fester like a torn soul?
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