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It's Reflected....
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Christmas It's Reflected....
Like a beaten cur I lay.
Curled up, like the dog I was.
But this was pain,from yesterday
Old wounds, not yet gone away.
No time to heal, for they weren't,
of the body, at least.
Deep down pain, from the past.
Not physical scars,open to the air.
It's the kind of pain you
only see
In the eyes.
Giajl © Jim Love
