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Feb 2021
When she died
I thought I’d lost her
I hadn’t
I’d lost myself
Shattered in the blast
And I’m still searching
Occasionally I’ll find a broken piece of me
Some of them are not so pretty
They’re shamed deep with my failures
Stained with regret
I do my best to wash them
Before I put them back
Written by
Troy Wylie-Hill  50/M/Amsterdam
(50/M/Amsterdam)   
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