Together.

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Under my skin, my bones rattle to be broken.

You have become the frame, the organs that make me –

The keys, the owner and voice that dictates me.

Without you I ache, cradling all my fears together –

In a coffin under a tombstone,

that is engraved with the words,

We should have

been together.

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