Whip stitch the remnants
of your fall apart existance
shall I patch that
or replace the whole panel
play rough among the thorns
in dirt upon your knees
these things will happen
but you've got me
they all have me
needle and thread
making new of yourhalf dead hearts
and afflicted emotional states
just to watch you scurry away
in near new garment
till the briar patch prick
rips you again
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