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Apr 2014
a month for a month,
for our bodies to repair
from the cigarettes.
like a perfect blue sky,
our lungs clear
from the smoke scarred them.
like falling rain,
our fingers are cleaned
from the stains of poison.
like a fever breaking, our minds heal
from the deceitful addiction.

Time softens.

A month for a month,
For me to heal
From the the time we were apart.
Like a puzzle,
my heart mends,
putting back the shattered pieces.
Like clouds after a storm,
my mind clears
emptying the lies that filled it.
Like a quiet ocean,
my soul is calmed
from the waves shipwrecked me.

Scars are healed in the hands of time.
Written by
nolan foster
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