Scars

My scars Permanent reminders of the wounds i bore Remnants of the pains that once were Black spots on pure garments. I daily pray for a fading An evenness in my tone I long for the moment When the marks are cleansed And the tales, forgotten.

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Author: kennievevah

the ever learning, ever growing artist of the arts

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