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The Day After
The next morning haze
Awoke to the sun’s rays
Residuals of the past night
Painted freshly on my epidermis
Scarlet lines trailing
As if claws crept into my corpse
To leave a souvenir
Imprints that will fade with time
I beg to take away the hidden ones too
But they never do
Awoke to the sun’s rays
Residuals of the past night
Painted freshly on my epidermis
Scarlet lines trailing
As if claws crept into my corpse
To leave a souvenir
Imprints that will fade with time
I beg to take away the hidden ones too
But they never do
Published 1st Oct 2024
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