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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