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Jan 2014
No one ever knew
No one ever knew
No one ever knew
I called up the doctor
Told him to staple me up
I called up the doctor
Told me the stitches wouldn't be enough
Don't you see?
Your skin: sewn with fine thread
My skin: punctured with fine metal
Your thread has seeped in
And
My staple have fallen
But the doctor says I need stitches
But the prescription says my skin cannot handle it
I just want to hold you without falling apart.
Olivia
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