There are lots of scars
On the surface of this skin,
Soft, thicker or thin.
The memories of the past
Has an awful heartbreak crack.
But love came with ease,
Stretched and kissed the scars;
Amazingly, out went the mark
And wiped off all shed tears
With an exchange of sweet spit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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