Poem twenty two

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Scars

One word

One syllable

They hurt

They bite

They kiss my skin

They flutter on like butterflies

The mental scars

They stay

Etched

And sketched

In my head

Scars cause so much pain

They cause so many memories

That sometimes

You have to just breath

Breath and those memories will drift

Like the wind

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