MUCH MORE THAN WE DO

I can't remember the
last time you
clasped me in your

arms, nor of the
kiss that never
came; never does

I remember
it hurt to recall
the days gone
just love the sun

streaming in,
hitting my back
as I type my
manuscript that
cones together

much more
than we do

ONLY GLUE

Her hear doesn't
Know where it is
not on her sleeve
but yeah...

broken

Can't put it in
a sling
Can't put a cast
around it

Can't mend it
right away

Only stitches will do
Impossible to glue...

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