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A Poem by A. J. Huffman

I opened my eyes and I screamed
so loud I turned my skin
inside out. Forcing
the blood I had left to the surface.

Once I was painted, I was silent.
There was nothing else to say.
You could not ignore me any longer.
I was a spot, a sore, a scab.
You had to pick me.
You had to make me
your own.

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