Battered, tattered
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You walk in.
I stop, stare.
You sigh, and lean on a wall.
I’m shocked,
You were in shock.
Hair missing,
And skin stitched together,
From the battered, tattered, pieces.
Cigarette burns, bruises,
And your eyes.
They sparkle,
And shine.
Show me your hope,
And renew mine.