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Dec 2017
She was a lover of brokenness.
She liked antiques,
collecting little fragments of things.
She hated breaking them,
Therefore she finds brokenness,
fixes it up a little,
takes a few pieces and leaves.
She's already taken a bit of me,
and unless I shatter again,
She'll leave forever.
I let her leave!
Solitary Sac
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Solitary Sac  Somewhere Awsome
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