WoundsA Poem by ObscurityNone Don't allow them to fester.
Like any wound, let it run its course, Bleed and scab. Then slow mending. Back to full strength.
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ObscurityNoneSan Jose, CAAboutI Cannot Live Without: 1. Physical well being/appearance 2. Ambiance 3. Meaning 4. Incalculables 5. Possibility TURN, TURN, TURN by Steve Conte on Grooveshark more..Writing
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