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Jan 2015
take me for a broken porcelain mug,
used one too many times,
used because every other glass was gone,
stained with coffee left cold for too long.
pieces and parts chipped away
they cut corners of your lips
and fingertips.
perhaps i was like this when you took me home,
perhaps you didn't notice,
perhaps i didn't either.
jamie nichole rogers
Written by
jamie nichole rogers  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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   Nancy E Tracy
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