creatures
despite
the scars
the callouses,
the scrapes and burns,
the hardened hides
of our lives.
how we wince at
the disposable souls who
come and go
between
the lines.
we are fragile beings.
full of tears.
full complaints and woes.
aches
and pain.
it's a wonder
at times how we rise
in the morning and continue
to go.
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