scars on her hips,
a smile on her lips
scars on the arms,
that keep her warm
scars on her thighs,
cutting off all ties
scars on her heart,
that tore her life apart
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PoetryJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...
