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    What There Was (or What There Wasn't)
    What There Was (or What There Wasn't)
    What There Was (or What There Wasn't)
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    What There Was (or What There Wasn't)

    By Dora Morrigan

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    I've been stabbed in the heart

    But the only blood that flows

    Are the words on this page


    My pain too great

    To hold within

    To reveal in truth 


    Let these pages bind my wound

    Let these words stitch my scars

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDalygood Media, LLC
    Release dateSep 8, 2022
    ISBN9798986639734
    What There Was (or What There Wasn't)

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      What There Was (or What There Wasn't) - Dora Morrigan

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      What There Was (or What There Wasn't)

      Dora Morrigan

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      Copyright © 2022 by Dora Morrigan

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      What There Was

      I've been stabbed in the heart

      But the only blood that flows

      Are the words on this page

      My pain too great

      To hold within

      To reveal in truth

      Let these pages bind my wound

      Let these words stitch my scars

      Let this ink replace life lost

      Time

      Can you feel the ticking clock

      Deep within your bones

      The sound of time

      Chipping away at your soul

      The universe is a river

      Where the current catches the flow

      Careful now love

      So that we are not swept away

      Sing

      Sing to me, my

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