The wound still fresh and open
Tears haven’t yet slowing down
Trace of you,
the kind of my own…
Once I took you in
to lit the dark within…
Above,
You I hold
to stitch me up as a whole…
Within the grace,
lay the lies
in the one that was once loving eyes…
now I no longer recognize you,
the kind of my own…
the one
that I place my patched heart upon…
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