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I have a gaping                hole              in my heart From where I hung it on your hook. It’s still ******                                  And wet                                          With flesh. You let me be leave I could be led Across the border, in disorder I’d gasp, hanging from your clasp Still keeping your heart warm from the storm. But the days were numbered, no time for slumber I’d count them out, front and back So then, when summer came; so long so clear. Realising my fear You hid your mischief from the sun In the closet, behind your gun I hung, on your nook, beside a cranny Looking for a way to end this                                                                       Neglected,          Confused,                                       Unnecessary.                         U       n        u        s        e        d Fur coats of lies signal our demise A Faux-pas of deceit you can never disguise My wound may need stitches But I’ll cut from you, the strings To show, to you, the scar.
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Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 4:12 PM UTC
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I have a gaping                hole              in my heart From where I hung it on your hook. It’s still ******                                  And wet                                          With flesh. You let me be leave I could be led Across the border, in disorder I’d gasp, hanging from your clasp Still keeping your heart warm from the storm. But the days were numbered, no time for slumber I’d count them out, front and back So then, when summer came; so long so clear. Realising my fear You hid your mischief from the sun In the closet, behind your gun I hung, on your nook, beside a cranny Looking for a way to end this                                                                       Neglected,          Confused,                                       Unnecessary.                         U       n        u        s        e        d Fur coats of lies signal our demise A Faux-pas of deceit you can never disguise My wound may need stitches But I’ll cut from you, the strings To show, to you, the scar.
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Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 4:12 PM UTC
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