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Jan 2021
There are some bruises
collected along the way
that I just never
talk about.

Words, said and unsaid.
Backs turned away.
Eyes, staring fierce
or just turned down

People sometime leave a mark –
probably never knowing
they put a dent in some
unsuspecting heart.

I would guess
I’ve left some too.
Written by
Tom Turner  75/M/North Carolina
(75/M/North Carolina)   
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       Markos, ---, Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe and Alien
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