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Uniform Of Scares
A soul may tally to the stars
Like a badge of victory honor
But who will know of the wounds
And wear its uniform of scares.
Who will feel the icy lick of blood?
That pours forth a sucking flesh
The lust the greed the envy of desire
That makes us sinners blessed.
poem
by
Mark Heathcote
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