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Dec 2011
And she said;
“They’re just scratches,
not deep cuts.”
 
Just the remnants of the itch against it all.
 
“Silly really.”
 

Silly.

And she swayed as she stood.
 
Her eyes flashed vacant.
Written by
Robert James
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