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Apr 2015
She stared at his arm
she glared at his arm
marks on his arm
scratches on his arm
taint on his arm
what had she done?
what had he done?
she opened her mouth,
and lifted her arm
striking fear.
Flinching away
inching away
shrinking away
until he's gone,
scratched away.
S
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S  Forest
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