Repairing

September 28, 2017

We were lost souls

We came togther with holes in our hearts

And when we did we created an amzing art

For we no longer felt alone

For our love was our backbone

No matter the pain we felt or the problem we faced

We got rid of the toxic waste we had before we met

This is the power of love, the repairing of the most broken

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