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Love in an open wound
I sat beside you on that fateful day,
As they sutured your wrists in A&E,
Their failure to keep you safe,
Was no failure of ours or me,
For try as we may to get you help,
Their ears were as deaf as their eyes,
Now we sit..... in our tortured state,
In the hollow your passing creates,
You will always be with us inside our hearts,
For as long as our minds wi...
Sunday 26th April 2015 5:31 pm
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