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I will draw you a map - a topography of suffering; geography of pain. I'll write you a memoir of what passed; write headlines on headstones: I am here; won't let anything hurt you. I will protect you. you're not alone. |
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I'm not in your photographs, living it up. I don't appear. I'm not in your outbox or inbox, as you never sent me a word. I'm not in your thoughts; you erase what goes wrong. I'm not part of you - amputated, alienated and lied to. I'm not your friend and I let you down leave me behind so I won't find out. Denial is not just a river in Egypt, love. Hope I'm there to hold you when the boat goes down. |