Crying Soul Poem by Paul Cornell

Crying Soul



Heart pounds, tick.
Sweat drops, drip.
Losing control, quick.
Crying soul, hit.
Jealous mind, twists.
Goodbye songs, list.
One last chance, missed.
All your doubts, sick.
Let it go, bic?
Bleeding wrists, slit.

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