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She exists through the part of me she stole. I stroke the bone on her body, wish to mold it back again to mine.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance/Spiritual - Words: 61 - Published: 05-29-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3027271
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5/7 – Adam
She exists
through the part
of me she stole.
I stroke
the bone on her body,
wish to mold it
back again to mine.
This ache roars
at my insides when
she wanders,
it claws at
the hollow space.
On one of our long walks,
God rested His hand
on my breast and informed me:
this is Love.
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