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Scabs- Sept. 18, 2020

  • Gary Hunter
  • Sep 18, 2020
  • 1 min read

once bitten and infected by life

there is no blue like the sky

no embrace like the moment

no drug like dinner with friends

someone

please point to those scabs

if they start to heal

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