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Nov 2015
he pulled the stitches
around my scars
and they fell undone
in his hands, beautifully
laced between his fingers.
he kissed away the bruises
the blemished story of
my skin. the scathed
remnants are all i have.
the gentle touch of
his goodbye. the hand
clasped around my neck
tightens with each step
he takes away from me.
please stay.
Anna
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Anna
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