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Oct 2013
I say, "when you left, half my body went with you";
I can't walk with one leg, cant breathe with one lung
So, how do you expect me to survive a minimal of 2 months

Now there's just a print where your body once laid
My sheets can't cover the canyon it displays
A hole where my heart is, a hole in my home
You once kissed my chest below my collarbones

Now the demons from within come crawling out
The firmly grab onto my skin and screech with the mouths
They howled your name but I did the same
I simply just wanted you back again

Now since their settled I sympathize their pain;
The warmth of your heart, your hand and your sweater
Seemed to be the only thing that'd make them sane
You babysitted their hearts as well as mine
Knowing that after much time they'd have to combine
Without hesitation in your exquisite mind,
You felt you'd chisel the marble of this dismantled body
And somehow turn it into the works of Antonio Gaudi
Kaleb Vernon
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Kaleb Vernon  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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