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‘Holes’ by Lulu Arnott

When they ripped apart from each other

They put holes in us too.

We became fragmented,

Containing only the bleak

Beauty that is said to come

from brokenness.

So we hurt each other too.

Sometimes the broken think

That breaking might fix them.

But they always leave

Feeling emptier than when they came.

You have always

Put tape in the places

That I have been torn.

Love is crucial

Because it keeps us whole

On the surface.


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