not deep enough to leave a scar
yet enough
to mark my heart
with the Dark
this day shall forever be scarred
with the numb, dull run of the
blade between my thumb
and forefinger
forever, this day I will remember
of when the Dark
won.
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Lavender - assorted poetry
Poetry(creds to photo) I'd like to maybe publish this one day... please vote for meeeeee
