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Dec 2018
First time she did pick all pieces
Second time, she did.
He broke it again,
Third time...
And she picked all pieces leaving one.       One piece right there on the floor;
The one having his face in it...
Left and Swept in time's wind -
Like a meaningless menace-whisper
Josh Cooper
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Josh Cooper  M/Malawi, Africa
(M/Malawi, Africa)   
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