Pillows around my body to assure rest
Surely somewhere there is a heart beating
Through the wiring and pangs of death
Will I always feel you with me?
Did you have to break me?
So terribly and deeply,
Pull at the scab blending, into skin.
The winding and melting of our limbs.
Guess you were a mate of my soul.
Hoped that you’d be mine to hold,
And keep just a little while longer.
Maybe if I were a little stronger,
I could sip from your glass have full,
Be the one to push when you pulled.
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