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Jun 2015
When she broke my heart;
          I  swept up the shattered pieces,
            And buried them in the past;
            Hiding them from future
            And my present;
            broken shards of glass --
            sharp points, reflecting pain
            Leaving long lasting scars,
            that we can never outlast.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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