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Oct 2011
All wounds time heals.
Threading the strings
of minutes, hours, years
carefully stitching up rips and tears.

Maybe no.

Perhaps time is a blade.
Dull and blunt
digging deeper, deeper.
A grim, grim reaper.

Maybe

time can't heal
a broken heart.
Or all those cuts and slashes
Those reoccurring gashes.
Katy Owens
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