A sadness surrounds me,Like a fire in a forest.
Tearing through dry,
And brittle wood.
A tangled mess of love,
And loss.
My skin is burnt.
This will leave a scar,
No matter how visible.
A charred patch.
An addition to,
Previous stains,
Will always be,
A part of me.
So be it.
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