I tell you , the scars are hidden under miles of broken bones and inked arms .
She ask's me
How to begin again
I tell her time heals most wounds
As I filter out the hooks and jackets
Ready to set out amoungst the rain
As I kiss him good bye one very last time
As puddles form beneath her feet
She Braves the storm again
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