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Wilson Dec 2016
Leave my broken being in the edges of your deceit until flowers sprout from within the cracks and crevices and fill my soul
- make it whole.

Without a need to contemplate the irrational thoughts that stream through white noise. Swimming in numbers and patterns-
I finally found my peace.

I am as fragile as glass and my hands still bleed. I can't feel the cold but you're all that I need.

— The End —