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Oct 2016
I have little burns on my body,
like from a cigarette,
but they hurt much more,
although they haven't bled.

But those little burns, really,
aren't from a cigarette,
they are from people's looks,
looks so firm that they make me sweat.

Those looks tend to differ, though,
some feel like a cigarette,
and some feel like bullets,
that might even shoot me dead.
This poem has to be read as thoughts, because that's exactly how I wrote it. The words were just thoughts running through my head.
Anne Webb
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Anne Webb
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