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War Wounds

November 4, 2011

I don’t know when it was

you got so far under my skin,

running through my veins

’til I bleed your favorite color,

and see you reflected

back behind my eyes.

 

I’ve tried running and hiding,

but I just can’t pull away

with the smell of your skin

burned into my mind.

 

So here I am again,

singing that sad refrain

of what might have been,

because time may dull,

but healing hasn’t come.

 

And still I’d do it all again,

even knowing how it ends,

because I just can’t imagine

myself any other way.

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