that sole scar

yea that sole scar,

manifest perfection

not under those stars.

hand print on the cheek

hold it heaven’s not far.

an earshot but silent

gentle swing unguard,

shoulders screaming agreeing

ignore the rebar,

playing past par

for what was

meant to be ours,

promised i was blind

but only for cause.

us, we

that soul scar.


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