Sweep under the rug...
thick swirls spread over
patterns scored through the
stains soaked deep in the
red tears swept under
wear teared succumb
edges are scuffed
memories can't be scrubbed
etched; this is blood
fire place high lights
hidden-hides highlight
darkness
roll him up
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