Keeping Secrets
and revealing myself one poem at a time
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Thursday, February 20, 2014
Old Wounds
OLD WOUNDS
Old scars if rubbed
Will scab and bleed;
Old aches return
With pressure.
A wounded heart
Of anger freed
Heals and breaks
In equal measure
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