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Nov 2015
the white hospital room,
laid a ******* her bed
bruises, scars, scratches,
with lines and crosses
dancing across her skin
dried tears and
freckles dusted lightly
amongst her temples.
with wires wrapped
around her body,
he holds her hands,
afraid of letting her
this, honestly isn't my best work but i hope its good enough
Written by
audrey  Australia
   Joe Bradley and Earl Jane
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