a gift

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bruised, scarred, broken, patched and mended
taped together with nights sleepless dreams
too many times
bitter tears can no longer stain
life’s toll leaves a weary man to pause
running a finger where life once was
behind the thick black flesh
love snarls and bites her restraint
freedom is now denied
yet hope remains still
loves strength is alive in the beast
never denied
bruised, scarred, broken, patched…

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About Sars

I am the full time rider/conductor of the Bi-Polar Express (2.oh!) Welcome to my ride. Please keep hands and feet inside the pretty pink car at all times, for your safety of course. Rose colored glasses are not only encouraged, but required.

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