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It's just my heart and ribs.
My legs don't ache when I get up each
day.
My spine doesn't shatter when I've
disappointed some one again.
My neck doesn't pain when I roar in
anger.
The lump in my throaght doesn't help
drown out the tears.
All I have is a heart and ribs.
My heart cries I'm umbrance to the
shredding of emotions,
And my ribs crack from the abuse of
repetitive thoughts.
My stomach doesn't flutter with what
was once a gray butterfly,
And instead it too feels numb inside.
And when you were the last thing
I felt,
Ive let you slip through my fingers,
Like the ashes of my skin
that would once tingle and sing.
And in the gray of all that numb,
Is you.
But I've said goodbye.
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-kaysea. 06.03.19
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2- Ed Hidgkinson
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