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Broken pieces, like shards of glass Pick them up to bleed my hands Never to be whole again They don’t fit back together No glue can hold, not much to repair No matter which way they turn What to do with these broken pieces Scatter them to the wind Or to collect dust on a shelf Some long forgotten memory Where to find the new ones Discard the old for the new?
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Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
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Broken pieces, like shards of glass Pick them up to bleed my hands Never to be whole again They don’t fit back together No glue can hold, not much to repair No matter which way they turn What to do with these broken pieces Scatter them to the wind Or to collect dust on a shelf Some long forgotten memory Where to find the new ones Discard the old for the new?
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Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
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