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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