Poem -
Battle Scars
He talks of the needles broken in his arm
how they're still there but cause no harm
It's odd the scars we bear stitched in our hide
the shrapnel we still carry around inside
The ones survived are all wounded in different ways
sweating blood, the memories our conscience replaysÂ
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