a story to that scar,
and that one
under my eye,
and the other, the curved
quarter moon
of pink.
the straight line
beneath
my chin.
the blue
unhealed cut
on my arm,
a new wound
from last
night. a fresh bruise,
a mysterious welt.
live long enough
and you'll have plenty
of scars
and stories
to tell.
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