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Aug 2019
Time and again I open my heart.
Only to have it once again ripped apart.

Time and again wounds have healed.
My scars exposed yet their depth concealed.

Time and again I rise above.
In search of the elusive wings of a dove.
Written by
B D Caissie  48/M/Canada 🇨🇦
(48/M/Canada 🇨🇦)   
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