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My scars are simple, silly even The result of shaving mishaps, stovetop altercations, mosquito bites, and the subsequent relentless scratching of said mosquito bites These aren’t real scars But I’ve seen true scars I’ve seen that girl The one whose mouth says she’s fine but whose eyes disagree I’ve seen her, I’ve known her, and I’ve seen her real scars Scars that aren’t simple And not even close to silly And intently watching her, I sit upon a wish: That I could give her my scars instead.
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Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
That Girl
My scars are simple, silly even The result of shaving mishaps, stovetop altercations, mosquito bites, and the subsequent relentless scratching of said mosquito bites These aren’t real scars But I’ve seen true scars I’ve seen that girl The one whose mouth says she’s fine but whose eyes disagree I’ve seen her, I’ve known her, and I’ve seen her real scars Scars that aren’t simple And not even close to silly And intently watching her, I sit upon a wish: That I could give her my scars instead.
ainsley
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Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
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