Stitches. in Thoughts.
- Sept. 19, 2017, 7:39 p.m.
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You are weak,
and I am scissors and string…
a needle pulling through
all of the flaws that make you
so imperfectly beautiful…
Each stitch brings us closer
to discovering we were never really whole..
and every part of me is left
wanting every part of you.
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