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the funny thing

by @tangledthreads

i gave you up for your own good let you sift like sand through my empty fingertips i watched you love her watched you touch her i said i was fine, because it was what i had to be and now that you've come back and i'm holding you again but you're not you anymore just a fragment of her she was the wind that blew through your hollow bones and your heart is a chamber (dark empty seeking:) i wouldn't have done this, if it were me but i'm the dust she left behind (forgotten)
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For You?
Written by
tangledthreads
16 / F
Published
May 21, 2018
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#sand#wind#touch#love#you#her#me#heart
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