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Medicine

I hope my words can

Do all the things I never

Could.

Faraway meadows hold

Whatever secrets I can’t seem to

Find when I open my eyes;

They breathe

With more love

Than me.

With weary eyes, I find

Solace in whatever my

Pen decides to tattoo:

I’m a broken man

Holding on for dear life

To broken words.


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