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September 17, 2011

Something…scars to impress

That’s what it would be for me to show you how I bleed.

The pain hidden ‘neath the surface too deep,

It’s all too deep.

The craving to drive the pain

Up and out into the open

Push it through the skin

The skin I’m in won’t let it through,

Kept cool by past appeasements.

Rumbling comes from down below

Til boiling rolls it on.

The crazymaking must stop.

The paradox resides



All through the grid of food and love and crimes unpaid

For nowhere has one seen such scars

As those left bleeding in souls for love.

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