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My Arms

November 28, 2013
By recovery BRONZE, Franklin, Wisconsin
recovery BRONZE, Franklin, Wisconsin
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All the times I
reached out for you,
my arms as wide as
an ocean,
my hands the way
you left them,

fingers crossed,
palms dirty.

you said you’d come
back for me,
you crossed your heart,

you hoped to die.

I guess death wasn’t
enough,
because you’re everywhere,

except for here.



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