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Mar 2022
I never knew bruises
could come in every color
until you hit me.
You gave me the entire rainbow
from blackened purples to sickly greens,
you gave my once smooth canvas texture,
it made you so happy see me bleed.
But this art project became our little secret
because no one else is supposed to see,
It's not like anyone would believe
that he gave me these bruises,
that he mixed these colors so pretty.
No, Daddy made this rainbow just for me.
A poem that I had finished days ago but forgot to save. It's probably a good thing that it happened though. This version runs a lot smoother.
Sarah Spencer
Written by
Sarah Spencer  19/F/Indiana
(19/F/Indiana)   
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     Maddy, ---, Wyatt, Seren and SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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