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There are wounds
that do not last.
Bruises that disappear
with memories past.
Then there are
wounds I wear
on the heart.
Those are scars
that leave a mark.
Your generosity to me
is but the spark
I hold in the dark.
When all is gone
more is yet to come.
Beauty and friendship
Beautiful scars.
If only you
would let them be.
For little else lasts
from the past
or into the far.
There are wounds
that do not last.