I’m in the middle of atlanta and all I can think about are scars.

Skin with razor blade opened pores
Breathe distractions from emotions
that like God can not be seen
Stronger then the wind
level growing old
Time to contradict
love me
And the scars will go away
Love me and the need will go away
Fill me and the urge will go away
Leave me
And I’ll write your name in my skin
 
©2007 Dew
 

I was inspired while holding someone’s hand when we were out today and felt the scar they had on their forearm.

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