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Jul 2015
i am like
the shards
of glass
in your mirror

i break
with every touch
i am left broken
on the empty countertop

i am translucent
as the pieces
are my constant remedy
of relentless memories

i break
and bleed
effortless thoughts
and unspoken words

i have fallen apart
with no hope
of being put together
again

(b.d.s.)
shåi
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