Stitch me up

Winter, 2012

And you led me through the sand
You took me by my hand
With your soft warm grip
That firm dictating lip
I miss you by the day
When the lonely night is chased away
I miss you when it’s dark
In jokes and sundry lark.
Come here now
Pick me up
Throw me down
Stitch me up.

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