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Apr 2015
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something split
and broke
inside me

cracked like
fragments
pieces of
an idea

i served a purpose
i am nothing
i held love
i am empty

all that leaves me
is salt water
and good deeds

what purpose do i fill
if i have nothing to pour?
Sloth
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