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Dec 2013
there was a place
where my  heart grew
In a murky peace,
it was comfortably happy

But you ripped it away.
denied me my haven,
however broken it was.

And I bled for an age.
And my scabs became scars.
And my lips remembered how to smile.

And my heart ached for you no more.

But and but.
But then there you were.

My haven
My place
My murky sunlight.

There you were.
And we laughed.
For a moment,
I was safe again.

And I was oh so radiant.
And I was oh so polite.
A vision of Over You.

But when the rain came.
And you faded into the mist.
I cried bitter tears of Not Over You.

For the cherished hollow I miss,
is the broken thing you escaped.
Written by
adele horn
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