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Oct 2015
It didn't happen in slow motion
Nor did it go by in a blur
I heard you before I saw you
Laying cracked upon the floor

Pieces of you were missing
And some of you, scarred
Battle wounds of an eternal doom,
I couldn't spare you from

I pieced you back together,
And now you're almost whole
Forever my Frankenstein
I sip from you once more
Written by
SK
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