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Lily blossoms My wound does not heal, there is no scar. I do not groan, or wallow, I can even laugh. I just know it’s there, in need of tending, in need of tenderness, that the blood may keep flowing, seep into the soil, rise to the clouds, and feed all the flowers that can grow in my world.

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