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Like the curse of Sisyphus and his bloody boulder
Sprouting gashes ravaging body and soul
Treating the physical scars with many a bandage of futility
Ignoring the unimaginable hate and hurt to the soul
Droplets of blood can be offered a respite that is permanent
A decimated soul knows neither respite nor restoration
Wounds not amenable to time the ultimate healer
(Word Count: 61)
