Stain on my heart

Weathered but not broken,
Eyes fixed on points of pain

Words no longer spoken,
A devils indelible stain

Ethereal existence
Only thy self aware

Fight or flight resistance
Lost in times repair

Fingerprints unique mark,
Part of your identity

Pressed into the stain on my heart, 
Bruised, sore and dirty 



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