Scars

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You scratched away the words on my heart.

I washed them with my silent tears.

I closed your holes with my quiet soul

watched them scar still far from whole.

When they would hold against men so bold,

    I tore my stitches free.

Now I have no words, no mantra true,

    but the memory,

    reminding me of you.






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