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Scars

How canst be that which doesn’t end
But roughs it out with reverend
And breaks you down where you can’t mend
But remains always bruised and blackened

How came that horror here abound
That silent sight and sickened sound
With rough touch shoves a shudder round
And tears you from end to end

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About Rebecca Ahn

Writer. Editor. Warrior. And one Tough Cookie!

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