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Bruised





Bruised,
torn,
bleeding,
hurting.

I have plunged in this eddy
not minding what lies ahead
demurring the perils of being hurt, cut or bruised

Yet I know what goes beyond
I know what lies ahead
I know I can be hurt, cut or bruised.

Love has found me
I have found love--
That blinded me
That made me more daring as I could ever be.

By setting you free
I am letting myself free.
Letting go of the short but prized mementos
…your eyes
…your smile
…your hugs and kisses
…the warmth of your body.

But let me say my last farewell,
That is, I LOVE YOU.
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