ScabbedA Poem by willwebIt was small, an irritant,
a rough patch, annoying to
say the least I had
almost forgotten about it It didn’t
hurt, not any more It was just
there, kind of
crusted over and dark brown So I picked
at it, and picked at it until it
came off and my heart
started bleeding again When will I
ever learn? © 2014 willwebReviews
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Added on June 17, 2014Last Updated on June 17, 2014 AuthorwillwebTXAboutHi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..Writing
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