contemplation

I wonder what it would be

like to have

arms to sink into

when my body

gives out

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how to keep the lonely away

I was once a house  for

broken bones whose white was

the pale tone of agony, I was

once the desperate holding cell of

charcoal thoughts and suicidal 

tendencies, I was once the 

rotting bed where extinguished

eyes lay dying, and yet 

somehow you have made a

home

out of me