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Mar 2020
He’s never called me names,
but his uncertainty hurts the most
Eyes straight ahead --
we see through each other.
Intense stares turn
locked to the floor, sideway glances
stop acting childish.
We can’t help it.
My words burned your skin,
but you manage to cover it.
Your words cut my body,
permanent scars remain.
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