Berlin
Behind the beautiful
veil of vibrant
Stations, endless
displays
of art and smiling
faces – there’s a
defiled heart,
chipped and
blemished.
Lies from your past
become knives,
taking pitiless stabs
at your pure
heart. Over
time you’ve
pulled more
and more
knives
from
bleeding
flesh.
Yet, scars still remain.
The only thing left is to fill the ruptures with gold,
put your scars on display and open your arms for the
world to learn from the marks of your mistakes.
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