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Oct 2015
Dry and cracking
My wounds scabbing
Over; displaying healing as an option

Yet it's easy
To start peeling
Away; touching the tender skin underneath

You, tender wound
Irritate mood
Your mind temperamental in every wrong way

Tending gashes
Quiet passions
Letting sensitive skin heal over anew
For myself

Licking my wounds.

Trying not to pick at them.
Allyson Walsh
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Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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