revival
sometimes i see sharp objects
blades that will pierce the skin
till red hot flames come out the body
in time the wound heals, it becomes
just a scar of what had been damaged
any time this taught of the scar it revives
the moment of pain and agony the skin has been through
will forever be there in the mind of humans
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