I miss the good parts of you, but that's all the ever were: pieces. They were never quite enough to make a full genuine person.
A new arm that gives tender touches, a left foot that only takes steps into a better place. No amount of surgical leftovers from the good people that were organ donors could make you a better person.
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Treacherous Love (Poetry)
Poetry"Ocean & Rain: This is what it's like to drown in flames." Started: 7/27/18 Completed: 8/14/19 My 3rd poetry book.
