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There will be

A pink scar

on my

index finger

from a cut

I got a few

weeks back

when I tried

to open your

beer bottle

with a kitchen

sink-stopper

in a hotel.

The deep cut

was a flesh trench

you filled with

lime juice

when you pierced

and drained

the fruit with a

small red

coffee straw.

I have many scars

but this one

will be my favorite.

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