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a scar

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themaninroomfive

Published: Aug 10, 2015

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on my mind
you're a scar
like in the night sky
shining bright
a star

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so as to remind me of the good times, the bad, and that i have to do better.
and scars can be beautiful, right?

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Relic-Angel

Aug 19, 2015

Sometimes a scar can be a part of our very existence. Your poem made me reflect on a tiny scar on my right arm that I had since infancy.

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