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Sharpie Scars
He holds out his wrist to me
   and hands me the deep sea blue Sharpie--
 not a scissor.
 I place my fingers on his palm--
 
 
 gentle--
    and I grasp the Sharpie in my right hand--
 not a blade.
    He is patient, and allows me to inscribe "love"
 
 
  on the inside of his wrist--
 not a red line.
    For on days like these, we'd rather be imprinted with ink
 
 rather than scars.

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