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Jan 2015
I was once proud to call you my friend.
I used to sit on your highest shelf.
but every time you dropped me;
The cracks grew larger
the scars got deeper
and
the glue got weaker
until it was no longer worth planting the seeds of friendship in me.
For I would only break and
let the water seep through my cracks.

This seed can never grow.

-Sx
Sinex
Written by
Sinex  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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   --- and Erenn
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