it's a small bruise.
blue
black. a faded yellow.
a reminder
of something
or someone.
but it's small,
hardly
any pain, a bang
against
an arm or leg.
a door,
a corner, a punch
from a fist
curled and struck
against me.
it's a small bruise,
though,
blue,
black, a faded yellow.
i'll get over it.
will you?
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