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Jul 2019
My hands held the peices of our love
Crazy glue at the ready
Waiting for you to help me arrange our lives.
Craft room empty
Walls laid barren
No pretty vase to grow the flowers we dreamed.
Just peices of pottery in the trash
FEED BACK NEEDED.
Written by
Raeann  31/F/Calgary Ablerta
(31/F/Calgary Ablerta)   
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