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The Time Around Scars
A boy I’ve not spoken to
for several years
speaks of an old scar.
Light pink,
curling half way around
his forearm,
rising above smooth skin
feeling rough against fingers.
The Time Around Scars
A boy I’ve not spoken to
for several years
speaks of an old scar.
Light pink,
curling half way around
his forearm,
rising above smooth skin
feeling rough against fingers.