Tuesday 17 February 2015

I clutch the empty remains in my hands. Clasping nothing but the air in  my bare soul. I cannot believe, I don't want to. You are living. Its almost like I'm stretching into two. Breaking apart. As sudden as the chipping of a brittle piece of metal. Rusted.

Withering like a feather and yet you belong to me. And I belong to you.

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