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Jun 2015
Who am I?
Why do I feel this hurt
When I've been there
Where heaven only knows
What compels me, return.
How do I feel this hurt
When I purposefully
Buried it under the hole
From which it sprung
I don't want to let low
My other half
Please come back to me
Please make me safe again
My heart is not a black ocean but rough and full of red.
Written by
Djinn Dawn Wakely
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