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Oct 2011
My mind becomes
     fragmented
And each piece holds
     more
Pictures of memories
     than
Seventy crystal ***** and
     a
Mirror. Even though it's
     broken
The core is the same. And the
     glass
May be love
     but
Our love will
     still
Continue to be
     whole
As long as we truly try
     inside.
Written by
Lacey Good
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