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andrea hundt
Poems
Sep 2013
"Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean"
Someone once told me I was not colourful.
In the way I
Laughed,
Danced,
Spoke.
When I sought out something to fill my pages,
I found you fit the bill.
In the way you left me
Bruised,
Broken,
Defeated.
I looked in the mirror,
And I saw it.
My colours
Black,
Blue,
Crimson red.
Someone told me I needed to wash you away,
That I needed colours,
Not shades:
Destructive,
Controlling,
Loveless.
I keep scrubbing and scrubbing,
Just to get you away.
But the
Scars
Wont
Fade.
Written by
andrea hundt
Canada
(Canada)
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