He walked
Oblivious of his destination
the wound healed
but the scar was defiant
every time he thought of it
he felt hurt
deep down his heart.
Now, in the serene night
unaware of his surrounding
Stealthily, he was approached
'Aaargh! '
...helpless!
Silence clouded the night
the ground assumed red colour
love wound
love scar
love killed
the broken lived
but guilt shadows her.
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