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Void.
Fill the void he left.
Replace that space.
The wound left open.
Be my stitches on the injury that itches
For someone to heal it.
Hold me, hollow, in your arms
But don't be careless,
One small movement will
Smash me into pieces.
The scars that are left
You nurse and care for,
Whilst I continue to grieve,
They're lessened by the scars
You leave.
Replace that space.
The wound left open.
Be my stitches on the injury that itches
For someone to heal it.
Hold me, hollow, in your arms
But don't be careless,
One small movement will
Smash me into pieces.
The scars that are left
You nurse and care for,
Whilst I continue to grieve,
They're lessened by the scars
You leave.
Published 29th Nov 2009
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30th Nov 2009 1:31am
I like it, I can relate it.
"Be my stitches on the injury that itches."
Ace.
- T.
"Be my stitches on the injury that itches."
Ace.
- T.
