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By Liz Date: 2002 Sep 01 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.01.17.01.32192]] |
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Your absence stings a weeping, pink scar on my soul a small burn, it's pain ringing through me all out of proportion. In this one small moment of disconnect a room full of people we are obligated to, my eyes seek yours and each time you turn away it's as if the wound is new, electric pain shoots through my veins and I know all over again that some wounds don't heal, and some women don't become whole again. |