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Pain numbs pain;
razor-blades and minora blades
bandage bleak memories
etched across blood-blotched skin –
where sagacity has gone astray.
[restrict]Quavering and quivering
and voice arrested
in the dampening silence.
The morning sun blots up
a bed of tears –
gone.
Stains remain.
The aftermath of aches and pains,
and sometimes pleasure.
Still, a bed sheet full of stains remain.
After years of washing and scrubbing –
stains remain.[/restrict]
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