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Feb 2015
i'm just a puzzle with
most of my pieces
missing
and those still there
the paint's peeling away

what's left is blackness
and water damaged cardboard

but then there's you,
a word that does not sound
like what it means
a violent shiver
a simple glance

and me, i'm
waiting for your return
i'm not entirely sure if this makes sense
or is any good
feedback appreciated ty
izzi3
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izzi3  uk
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