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Apr 2014
fingerprints leave white marks
skin revives it's color
scratch away the scars
dead cells flake to a pile
do I bleed new life
into old wounds
let it flow to the same
road map in my heart
always making the left turn
afraid of the right
cauterize my senses
numbness, your eyes
hypnotize, plop me up
I am your puppet
be gentile with my arms
when you spew your evil rants
my stitches will unravel
leave a pile neath your feet
sweep them up, toss them
in the bin, and then look
within and see ????????
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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   betterdays
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