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Oct 2014
my skin was like the thinnest fabrics
and your fingertips were like the cheapest needles;

you were so close to breaking
yet you choose to fix me

i was whole again
as your fingers sew the broken me
but you also use it
to create wholes,

voids that can't be filled.
Written by
danielle
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   Jeffrey Pua
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