Just for me
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On my ribs they stay,
Permanently marked,
A reminder to my heart.
Sixteen stitches, black and beautiful,
Surrounded by words above and below.
Words that gave me strength,
looking into the space of nothingness
imagining my life as if looking into a crystal ball
reaching with my thoughts as if to make reality
one day I get the call from a stranger I do not yet know
