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Mend

by @XHolden

We throw away many things if they are broken. Old toys, mirrors, clothes But we try to mend many things we perceive to have value. Baby blanket, foundation, phone Where do I fit, sitting alone? Should I be thrown away? Lost, confused, unknown Or is there some value in me that I cannot see that will push someone to mend me.
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Jul 26, 2018
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