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Wounds

   

If love isn’t painful 

I must have been shot

These scars from the shrapnel?

Itch when I’m hot.

The pains in my chest 
From the surgeons knife?

His invisible blades 

Saving my life?

Was I standing too close

When his gun went off?

All I remember is silence 

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