I look at my scar/ remembering the dark crimson/of autumn roses (Rosy Wilson)
...a scar and many scars...deathsigns standing on that doorway that's filled with dazzling sunlight...today I've learnt about a man's crossing of the doorway to the other side that's too shiny we cannot figure out what it's all about...so I've just looked back...at my scar...and recalled childhood games and scars...
...a scar and many scars...deathsigns standing on that doorway that's filled with dazzling sunlight...today I've learnt about a man's crossing of the doorway to the other side that's too shiny we cannot figure out what it's all about...so I've just looked back...at my scar...and recalled childhood games and scars...
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