here comes the sun
I'm crying as she comes
praying
she won't show me the scars again
I'd hoped they had healed
I'd dreamed they'd not remain
Her ray's filtering in
the valleys and holes
shown in shadow and high-light
I'd seen them gone
I'd felt them smooth
just a dream
just a dream
one I wish
I had never seen
~K
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