Harpies
1.Maybe some wounds need salt,
Some souls a thunderbolt,
Some bridges must be burnt,
Some photos must be torn.
2.Sometimes you need a knife
To cut chords that hold tight
And snap like a hot lace
Straight into someone’s face.
3.Sometimes you need not fear,
The consequence is clear,
Pride can hurt to the core,
Swallowing it hurts more.
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