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The cut was deep and unplanned.
No shade for my burning soul.
I cradle the wound too tightly.
Summer thickens, a second skin.
Air sticks, my body betrays me.
Scars bloom, loud as the sun.
Self-Made Heat
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The cut was deep and unplanned.
No shade for my burning soul.
I cradle the wound too tightly.
Summer thickens, a second skin.
Air sticks, my body betrays me.
Scars bloom, loud as the sun.
2 Kudos
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