Picking At The Peeling. Poem by Kyle Shield Laster
Picking At The Peeling.
As a child your mother told
How hearts were fuel for war;
And sooner than you'd like to think
They'd scar you ever more.
Recover, later- that you did;
But still, that scar's fresh feeling...
Everyday you find your fingers
Picking at the peeling.
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