There's
no scar,
no
matter how brutal pairs,
That doesn't cover beauty.
A precise story lies in it,
That doesn't cover beauty.
A precise story lies in it,
some
pain.
But also his end.
The scars,
But also his end.
The scars,
then,
are
the seams of memory,
An imperfect finish that healthy danneggiandoci.
The shape that time finds
Never forget the wounds.
An imperfect finish that healthy danneggiandoci.
The shape that time finds
Never forget the wounds.

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