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*She was ethereal. So naturally beautiful. She loved to fix broken things. A birds wing, A broken doll, A China object, Me. She found me sad and broken And she fixed me as good as new. I loved her beyond everything. But once I was repaired. She let me go. And my heart broke into A million pieces. So badly That it can never be repaired again*
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC
The fixer of broken things.
*She was ethereal. So naturally beautiful. She loved to fix broken things. A birds wing, A broken doll, A China object, Me. She found me sad and broken And she fixed me as good as new. I loved her beyond everything. But once I was repaired. She let me go. And my heart broke into A million pieces. So badly That it can never be repaired again*
When you fix something it belongs to you. Jude
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jude-kyrie
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC
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