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my skin was like the thinnest fabrics and your fingertips were like the cheapest needles; you were so close to breaking yet you choose to fix me i was whole again as your fingers sew the broken me but you also use it to create wholes, voids that can't be filled.
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
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my skin was like the thinnest fabrics and your fingertips were like the cheapest needles; you were so close to breaking yet you choose to fix me i was whole again as your fingers sew the broken me but you also use it to create wholes, voids that can't be filled.
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
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