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Zipped Lips

An old wound, a silent scar,

Are remnants of a life,
That I have left behind far..........

They are not palpating,

I assume them to be sleeping,
But infect,

They are like zipped lips, concealing a story,

That’s not worth keep !

And I assume
It has long gone to sleep.

But in the inner layers of mind,

When scratched deep,
They lie with eyes open,

And hurt still seeping,

Only soaked,
And kept from leaking,

under the wrap of zipped lips,

but at times,

they still flip,
and from eyes, silently slip!!

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