Old hurts sealed
by retelling
Scored into
permanent scars
painful sores
wholly ours
Ashes blow in the wind
disperse
Stick in the throat,
tickle, sting, sear
Anthracite coals
of final fire
cloud second sight
Never, never does past pain
resolve into nothingness
Our scars are always with us
Our ashes soil the now
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