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Needles (Go Away)

Needles prick my brain
When I think of you

Little stabs of pain
Where you used to live

I don't want you there any more
You don't belong there any more

I don't know what to do
To make these needles go away

I wish you'd go away

It was worse months ago
The needles were daggers then

They'd slice my mind
And bleed me dry

It's not as bad now
But they won't go away

The needles still remain
I wish they'd go away

I wish you'd go away

3/19/18

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© Huw Powell
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