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Bruise

by abby

The bruise on my arm grows darker each day. Death is just below the surface. Yellowing and turning a shade of purple. Collecting and decaying. The others will arrive. Ready to replace. A new army. -AbbyB.

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American

Published: Aug 4, 2012
Time: 1m

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