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Jan 20
I took my time, carefully building and piecing together those four tiny letters.  Finally aligning them in the perfect order, constructing that word.  That word I then gave to you.  And then you just ripped the letters back apart, leaving that word here, broken on the floor.

That word, now just letters of a word, just fragments of letters, lay scattered all around my house.  I'm tripping over them every minute, everyday.  Unable to sweep up the mess, because you also broke my broom.
Written by
Perry  M/Music City
(M/Music City)   
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