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Blade and Skin?

A poem of someone who make me turn my back on the world.
I took my gloves for a moment,
My wrist exposed to the world.
It took a moment for him to realize what he just saw.
"Why did you do that?"
He asked me in a serious voice.
I shrugged it off,
"It used to be worse. I've gotten better."
"Don't do that." As he shook his head at me.
"Don't worry about me." I turn away.
"Please, I don't know you, but don't do that."
I walked away as he spoke softly, "I won't tell no one."
I pulled my gloves back on and didn't dare look back.
He knows my secret now.
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Published: 2/5/2011
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