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 Oct 2018 Noni Winters
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I sit in my corner,
****** and lonely.

The words on my arm,
Are blurry and muddy.

The tears drip down,
and fused with blood.

The scars look horrid,
But they'll soon fade,

And I'll be back in my corner,
The scars remade.
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