Aardvarks and Raspberry Pie
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Poetry
Whether it is
the child of overflowing joy
or the shadow
that follows a shattered heart,
poetry looks,
always,
like scars.
A part of my soul,
distinct and permanent.
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