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Sep 2018
The seams of my soul yearn for
forever
Yet the stitches tire as they hold together
through the cuts of inconsistency
as love changes form and passes repeatedly

I guess I sew myself too tightly
to hearts that view
forever
more lightly
sophie mechaune
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sophie mechaune
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