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The Cloak of Scars

The Cloak of Scars What shall I wear today? She thought Instead of my heart on my sleeve.. I'll wrap myself up and hide away That may bring some reprieve, From the relentless feeling of pieces of me, Being taken and never returned. Play with fire, her inner voice said, And only expect to be burned, flames that caress with a devious twist Sparks masquerading as stars, Her outfit designed by destiny, A tattooed heart and cloak of scars

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James Long

Date: 7/14/2020 6:55:00 AM

"There is a mighty bridge, that stretches from shore to shore rising up over the quiet lands, of our hate, of our love, rising up over the muddy waters of our indifference. This bridge is the mighty bridge of the acceptance, of our Creator, of ourselves, of all life for just how this is, and can all be, with all of us working together ever-diligently with our Creator, with all life consistently, continuously, and ever-patiently. Our Mighty, Ever-Generous Creator will meet, and greet us, there!"