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Scar

It’s a dark place Crowded with wondering Stretching is a reminder of the boundaries that confine Hungry, I feed on my own essence, born of another’s crux Tentatively I reach, feeling for an exit Knowing the answer is just there In the light place When first I crawled from the tomb That held the most vital parts of me A fledgling, I spread my wings to fly You decorated yourself with the resulting scar That scar you smeared across so many pages of your life In my dream I cover that scar of yours with earth and plant a kiss The dirt I lick from my lips is sweet

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 8/12/2015 1:28:00 PM
Wow that is a really nice write. I love it. Thank you.
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