Holes Poem by alexis stanfield
Holes
shatterd, broken, torn, ripped to so many little pieces. i am filled with holes that will never be filled. they are eating me alive to sharreds of me are scatterd to bits, life is dying, just like me. these holes are eating me alive. saveing me is gone like the wind i used to breath. these are the holes that i held so long ago, when we were one, but now i am in two.
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