Stiches

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As your scars start to bleed

you realize that its to late

By the time you realize that its to late

you’re already gone.

As your time passes by your

soul has been buried

As your last breath escapes

from your dying lips

your eyes to bleed.

The time has gone

The time has come

There is no way to heal your lips

For they are sown

for they are shut so \no word can ever

come out





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