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-All these many scars-
Angry slices in my skin,
making me remember when,
the walls of darkness finally closed in;
all these many scars;
a day, a time when things got bad;
nothing worse I’ve felt or had;
cause by being angry or sad;
all these many scars;
going further than before,
not wanting to, but doing more,
hearing the droplets hit the floor,
all these many scars;
I’ve fallen so far,
it’s so cold and so dark,
and yet I know that I can’t depart
from all these many scars.
© Kathy Anne Harrell, 2004
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