I can't fix you
These calloused fingers
Don't reach deep enough
To unmake, unshape
And tear the holes right out
I don't want to fix you
And leave you less
Than the sum of your pains
To burn away your shadows
I'd kill your light.
I'm not fit to fix you
Because youve not been broken
Just rewoven, recoloured
To tell a richer tale by far
Than bland perfection.
Friday, March 31, 2017
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