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May 2015
I'm searching for it
in the cavity it's supposed to reside
I've torn your skin
opened your ribs
only to find it's missing
Your heart has traveled
to many places
Caressed the hands
of those you've loved
And each took a piece of it
like a delectable pastry
enjoying every bite they take
of what they've kept
What are you left with?
An empty hole in your chest
you've grown to live with
But, love, I will stay
and give you every piece of mine
until you feel whole again
Sometimes, the healer needs healing the most
Melinda Éva
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Melinda Éva
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   ---, Rob Rutledge, Chris and Day
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