Just when I think
That the memory of you is gone,
On the worst of days
If I look too long in the mirror
I spot something
In some forgotten corner
Of my ugly grey flesh
I admit it
Sometimes
Even today
I still find the scars
You left for me
That I never knew were there
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Euthyphro (
Offline) - Published: September 17th, 2023 00:47
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And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new.
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