Poetry, because once is enough
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Poetry, because once is enough.
For a tear drop to slip pass.
For a shot to be fired.
For that old worn worn stuffed animal you used to cling so tightly to, to be taken away.
To remember how much you wanted to forget
To stop the scars you always dash to hide, to keep concealed from anything that can heal them.
To read, and let a smile form on your cracked lips, that have usaully only welcomed frowns.
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