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Apr 2015
Purple and blue and black
fade to yellow and green.
Sickly marks marring
pale as moonlight skin.
There are so many bruises,
I fear that even a golden soul
has been blackened beyond healing.
I guess you didn't understand that when you hit me, it left marks that weren't just skin deep.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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