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He left two marks on me.

Stains...

 They hurt when they broke the skin.

I tried to wash them off,

And they wouldn't come off,

I figure they are meant to be,

A label.

A scarlet letter,

Written in indelible ink,

Never to be erased

By any man, woman,

Or force of nature.

An insignia

Of how I came to be 

What I am.

I have searched and searched

For their meaning,

Their purpose...

And at one time,

I was even going to sue.

There was no sense to it,

They are here to stay.

I am a tainted woman,

How will I go on?

I beg for some kind of redemption,

Some significance,

Even settle for a tiny morsel 

To quench the aching loss 

Of my dignity.

The disfigurement is disturbing.

But all I know of him

Is what was written on his woody shaft....

I will never forget it.

It said...

  ..."#2".

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