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Open Wound

Light found him through his wounds
And made him an unusual beast
He found himself in an unfavorable mood
And that made emotions turn him into a feast

He sought for happiness long before then
He got it and all he wanted was to live
Until his wounds were open again
He had no course for relief

Although he said he remembered her name
But cannot recall her face.
Even though he said she sounded so sweet
All things passed in one pace

And he said to me,
“Man, the wound is a place light enters you,
Close it, open your heart and get better.”

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