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Mar 2015
It was not originally shattered
It was once whole and pumping
Every daring kiss splintered it every way

I will not say it is broken
It still beats
Blood still awakes my nerves

But every new blink sets me away
Their eyes have all blurred together
Fitting every puzzle piece perfectly

It is not their fault
for I gave myself willingly
Though it is much easier to cast a finger
than to be ****** another day

Every breath I take is a drag of the past
But every exhale is a hope for the future
That I have saved the biggest piece for the last

I will not say it is broken
My jigsaw of an *****
but with each touch I was cut
Leaving me running farther away
Heather Weeks
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Heather Weeks  20/F/Monroe LA
(20/F/Monroe LA)   
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