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You were the needle Stitching me together I was the hay So brittle, so fragile And when you left You left that needle Hidden within me A part I could not find Nor could I remove And just so I could Remove from me That small part of you I burned that hay stack To the ground.
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
Needle in a Haystack
You were the needle Stitching me together I was the hay So brittle, so fragile And when you left You left that needle Hidden within me A part I could not find Nor could I remove And just so I could Remove from me That small part of you I burned that hay stack To the ground.
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
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