In the Corners of his Scars (Poem I wrote)?

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A man inside himself lays
In the corners of his scars
And the blood of time and life spill
In the corner of his car
He awaits the stir of bed sheets
Awaits this stillborn life
To the temperature
In the hint of rain
To the slipping of his brain
His fingers only feel a fight, at a clouded window’s gaze
Search in vain forever
Search in vain these days

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