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Scars and Bruises
You always see
when people trip and fall
face first onto a knee,
The shear panic of a red warm pool.
People crowd and care,
Rushing to rescue.
Drip, drip, drip,
The skin now stained
seeping from veins,
Pumping like a bad memory,
Fixated on the blood
people forget the scars,
Not the one oozing with puss
but the one deep-rooted,
Crying out for atte...
Wednesday 13th May 2020 10:17 pm
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