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Jul 2017
they wrote my name
on a piece of glass
and then shattered it
into million pieces
and there I was
broken and broken again
so I did
what I thought was right
and changed my name
and my identity with it
trying to forget
who I was
to stop the tears
gathering in my eyes
when I thought of
that broken piece of glass
that still lies there
on the ground
where they left it
where they left me
the past me
at least
AWE
as you might have noticed I started writing series of poems in which I try to spill my heart and reflect what is inside of my mind, I think you can tell which are these...well...get-it-together poems
Anne Webb
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     Emma Faith and Anne Webb
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