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I run my fingers along scars long healed, feeling the tissue strained to bond, knowing the sand since fallen. No blood that falls will kill the pain; needles and pins in a leather sling and the claws of the beast remain.

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alex-goodrich

American

Published: Feb 21, 2012
LinesWords: 641

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