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Mar 2013
I've bound them tight
These raw wounds
I've wrapped the linen round
The flesh sewn

For a moment
I am clean, the cloth white
But then the blood seeps
Red and pushing right, through

I've bound them to hold in tight
The anger and my fright
I put the layers on to tend
The cruelties of my once friend

You are just a person now
Once I used to know
Another once
Now only for show

One day these wounds will heal
I know, the scars I will be left to bare
To remind me of how
You had ceased to care
LACS
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   Shiloh
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