Thou canst wound me no more

 Am I the God's last creation ?

His he worn out jus like my body ?

which apparatus thou employ to build this firm soul?

He was staunch to me unlike humankind

Psyche sponged the affliction

Wringing out of bleeding drops  filled the pail

It snapped back

but the remaining blood turned into thrombus

so thou canst wound me no more




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