Posted on January 4, 2021June 26, 2021 by LeiaScars | Poems that Suck Buried beneath the raw flesh of every scar there lies a story, a veiled truth manifested in the physical form. If you listen close enough they will whisper, confessing our sins, our triumphs, our follies and, even, our secrets. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Beautiful piece.
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Thank you 🙂
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My pleasure 🙂
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