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Nov 2013
Scars
I gaze upon the scars,
The ones that hug my hands.
They seem to squeeze my fingers tight
Till they become all red.
I thought they were all gone
But now I see,
They had merely

*Faded...
Jaz
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Jaz  Oaklahoma
(Oaklahoma)   
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