Remembrance
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1 min readOct 1, 2019
A scar that marks a troubled past.
Of which I can’t conceal.
For those which paint an empty soul.
Are wounds that cannot heal.
A scar that marks a troubled past.
Of which I can’t conceal.
For those which paint an empty soul.
Are wounds that cannot heal.
Husband and Father. Fiction writer. Poet. Editor. Creative thinker. Lover of language arts (and I can make a pretty mean pizza).