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Oct 2017
My heart is a puzzle
that cannot be solved
the pieces are scattered
some broken, some lost
A couple have tried to gather the pieces
but realized the problem
and simply retreated
Some pieces were taken a souveniers
perhaps a way to remember my tears
My heart has been stolen
a few times before
but is always given back
broken even more
Starr
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Starr  18/F/Illinois
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