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hold it with care, this thread is thin.
It's the first day of the seven lives
I'm one end of the thread,
and the other is yours.
There can be a lot of longing in between, right?
His eyes saw the poet
Where will he go if he sees more
"I will jump on the bandwagon with you" she said.
"I will write you a magazine" he said.
paper or card
plastic or glass
ribbon or wire

if it's meant to hurt, it will.
I see you in my dreams
Waking up all sweaty
Heart thumping
I cry.

Am I wrong?
Didn’t you make me strong?
Believe it or not I’m not lone.

I believed that you’re everywhere around me
Anything my heart can feel, eyes can’t see.
Turned pain in to a beautiful art.
-it’s been awhile
I’m strangling too much
Just hoping that you’re here to tell
WHAT’S RIGHT & WHAT’S WRONG.
I miss you a little too much
And yes, it feels like I’m falling apart
trying to hold everything together
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