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Mar 2015
Let me lick my wounds,
Self inflicted or not,
They weren't mine,
Given to me they were by the demonic sounds
They burn like the blade that will forever boil;
These silver scars are all I have left,
So let me lick my wounds,
The wounds of my heart
Javier  Garza
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Javier Garza
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