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Holes

Her past made for a damaged soul,

He fixes her with glue.

Until the crack appears again,

Then he fixes her with tape.

The hole emerges,

Growing still,

He tries to mend her whole again-

He kisses the spots

Where dark shines through,

Now she’s anything but broken.

◄ When I die

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Sylvie

Tue 14th Mar 2017 06:36

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