we had a conversion at a time i cannot place to any day, month, or year. but we had a conversion once about the beauty of scars and bruises. i said at the time how gorgeous i thought scars were and how they were the only part of my physical being that i actually was satisfied with (and it is sometimes the only part of other people that i can identify with emotionally). you argued how you viewed bruises in a way that you felt was unique from person to person. maybe my memory is playing tricks on me but i swear this to be true. now i must correct myself. you have such gorgeous bruises. perhaps i would think differently if i knew the source. but looking at it objectively with no real knowledge, i am envious. i miss the days when i could feel proud of the parts of my body that were in some way mutilated. i feel so ashamed.
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(i greatly enjoyed the poem)
cameron s. rowlett
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