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Little spiders,
across my skin have crawled.

Imbedded in my flesh,
fusing the cut closed.

The scar forms,
the edges jagged, angry.

The incessant itch,
a sign of healing.

The spiders are removed,
their job is done.

The scar remains,
bitter reminder.

But as memories do,
it too will fade.

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