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As I Reminisce

The bruise on my arm,
the purple tinged oval near my shoulder,
the one I got from being clumsy,
tripping over my own two feet.

The scab on my chest,
the almost healed skin near my heart,
the one I got in the living room,
wrestling with our friendly pup.

The cuts on my forehead,
the deep ridges above my eyebrow,
the ones I got from being a kid,
riding too fast on my rusted bike.

The scars on my memories,
the painful tears that flood my eyes,
the ones I got while your hands made their mark,
forcing the lies out of my mouth.




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