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Dec 2014
its like a bunch of train tracks
on the body
that exploded into a pile
of scars that never move

the cars that go over it never even think twice
of the people that have followed this track
the blood that was spilled  

the now dry blood that stays there
waiting to be cleaned
waiting to be seen
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   GaryFairy
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