Friday, March 31, 2017

Editing Photoes

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.

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