A Mark of Pain

November 16, 2016

I sit down and lift my sleeve.
Pain in my arm. Pain in my heart.
It hurts to see her, it hurts to not.
The needle stings. Her name kills.
Her soul is lost. I am too.
But she is with me, on my sleeve.






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