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Marked Museum | A Poem by Rukbi

I miss not the days
you left my skin marked
but the days
your fleeting eyes held mine
because after that day
your eyes never fell on me
perhaps you were too shy to appreciate your art
your art carved in sporadic swollen blue marks

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