Injuries are part of the tapestry of life

All of us mere bags of bones inside skin

Other wounds are more deliberate

Caused not by chance but by sin

A bruise on your cheek was the first sign

Make-up could'nt hide the contusion

When I asked you what lay behind it

You seemed covered in confusion

Another day I saw a scratch on your neck

You blamed it on the labrado...

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