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Bandage
Small light strips.
Each touching a part,
Never pulling the two sides.
Grasping over a crevice.
One fine line in between,
Holding firm.
Connecting each heavy edge.
Not bringing near,
Each tab stretched in fear.
The bandage won't last.
Fill is coming to the crevice,
At last.
Copyright ©
Kim Stone
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