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Beautiful Scars

The sweep of his hand

Across her pale face


Yet like a breeze

Leaving her permanently scarred

He slashes and lashes with his tool

To his content

Each time

Scarring her some more

Covering her with caresses

Caresses that scar her


Caresses that leave all

In awe

Then gently

The crescendo approaches

Like all the others

With a swift sharpness

He imprints on her

His mark

And the artist’s work is done

His relationship with his canvas over

Yet much stronger

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