Time moved on and so did I
But every fleeting moment
I feel the splinter 

A vestige of you
Burrowing to my head and heart
Slicing as it goes
As tenderly as a razor
And as comforting as a vice

If I had a needle 
I’d thread a camel through it
And gouge that splinter out
To leave all thoughts of you
Behind for good

Or maybe I’ll just let it bleed
Just so I remember how to feel

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