Sixteen tiny dots
splattered across a bridge
of endless skin
so fair is seems unnatural.
An inconsistent formation
going nowhere fast
yet everywhere all at once.
In years to come
they will fade like sunsets
on a summers night.
Memories and tales
of bumps and bruises
joy and heartaches
will be that remains.
Leavings a path of
childhood in its wake.
-Aleisha M
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