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She looks at the inkstains on my armsand asks
What do they mean?
I wish I could say something with depth
or at least something to make her smile
but I can’t.
The permanent stains on my arms are just old memories.
Memories of hundreds of pricks,
a burst of colour,
and then darkness.
I got them for you.