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Sep 2018


~
Like old friends and new,
We sit adjacent and stare
Am I transparent?
I'm not broken, but can you see and caress my cracks?
Marred body, but hey,
They are testaments.
Least I can sit here and say that
I have learned
a great deal of things...
Good and bad...
~


Counting my scars.
Lyn-Purcell
Written by
Lyn-Purcell  28/F/United Kingdom
(28/F/United Kingdom)   
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