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Out of sight but not of mind.
I look at the marks upon your legs and wonder how deep the cut really went.
I stare at the crissing and the angry crossing and think of better ways to vent.
The physical marks may fade through time but the mental scars will always stay.
I hope that I can make a mark on you of my own so you can see a better way.
A way of talk, a way of laughter, a way of touching the mind and the flesh and the soul.
Warmer than cold steel and more forgiving than the blade and a better way to fill the hole.
I stare at the crissing and the angry crossing and think of better ways to vent.
The physical marks may fade through time but the mental scars will always stay.
I hope that I can make a mark on you of my own so you can see a better way.
A way of talk, a way of laughter, a way of touching the mind and the flesh and the soul.
Warmer than cold steel and more forgiving than the blade and a better way to fill the hole.
Published 19th Feb 2012
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