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Addicted to the Hurt

Addicted to the Hurt

An oil painting of a woman dancing beneath a golden moon in the red desert

I said I was I said I was cursed
with loving the worst
kind of man, yes it hurts,
still, I cling to this curse.

As it quenches my thirst
I can dance in the words
on the moon, while it bursts
out its light, on this curse.

by Rachelle Sharlene

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Oct 26, 2026
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