Nightcafe creation
Patchwork tatts
Hiding scars from
A 2 AM bullet hole
Roses in prolific
Abundance like
Dandelions
Growing in
Wild disarray
Like babushka dolls
The more you look
The more you see
Scabs healed over
With time covered
In colored ink
Each stroke
Covering the
Mark of a survivor
While others judge
Him as if he is an
Outcast
Little realizing
His motto was
To serve and
To protect
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