Emily C. Knight


Thread Of Life

Would I trade the wrinkles of your eye for the million dollars which would fix all your problems and mine?
Would I forfeit your injured past to make your slate so clean-clean for me to write our story on?
Your years, do I wish I had them in my journals, documented, layed out and catalogued?
Would it have been me instead of her to break you?

But you're not broken-do you remember the night I told you that? Not forever.

The hidden scar in your hair, grown over now with the thick Roman

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