sharp,deep cuts
gentle grazes
bloodied by the sun
raised scabs crusting over
pale white scars
thinly streaking
splotches of purple bruises
fading to nothing but a memory
as night begins to fall
Sam Rose - writer, geek, music lover, cancer survivor, optimist, Buddhist.
sharp,deep cuts
gentle grazes
bloodied by the sun
raised scabs crusting over
pale white scars
thinly streaking
splotches of purple bruises
fading to nothing but a memory
as night begins to fall
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