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Big Scars
she was always an enigma,
her hurts stayed in reserve,
a woman of terra incognita,
a rare mistress of swerve
its been ten years by now,
and I'm still in the dark,
tantalised out of my wits,
more blissful than a lark
for the years reveal layers
that take away my breath,
novel undug virgin strata
a world away from death
its living is her catchword,
...Wednesday 14th April 2021 10:57 am
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