Posted on August 1, 1999
by Bob McCranie
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My open palm
etched forever on my skin
I scrub to erase
how you've bore into me
how I carry you.
My hand reaches to clasp
carrying the scar of things past
a neon sign
Category: 02. August, 1999Tags: Steve Gerstung
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