These hands
That I given you
Found a way
To weave them selves
Back to my soul
Now I can touch him......
Those holes
You ripped into me
Repaired
And concealed
This heart of mine
Now I can love him......
These threads
That kept me silent
Disintegrated
And words of passion
Flow out of me
Now I can sing to him......
Now I can sing to him
...and make love to him...
...and touch his soul...
......your death my first....
was not in vain.
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