My words are like knives.
Piercing the flesh,
into the soul.
Into the
hole already in your heart.
It heals, touch me.
Hold me.
I'm real.
Feel my love.
The cold steel.
Once removed, will heal.
Kissing the wounds.
Sewing the soul.
Grab me!
Tight...
No tears.
I'll take away all the fears, so love.
Love,
again.
The End
Larry Patterson
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