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There Will Always Be

That musky smell.....

Of putrefying flesh!

As all the colours of the rainbow,

Cast stains .......

on crisp white sheets.

Pain from phantom limbs.....

burned with an inner heat.

While a salty river ,

washed his brow, and soaked the bed.

And although it wasn't there,

He cursed his limb .......

for the pain he felt!

For.....

The blood it'd shed.

Giajl © Jim Love