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Mar 2021
One time my sister told me
I go for the ones that are broken.
I like someone I can help back up,
pick up their pieces and sort out the puzzle.
I like a jagged edge,
someone with corners so sharp you
could cut your head open if you fell.
I like the chase, trying to keep up and
catch them.
She said I’ll never settle for boring.
I don’t like simple.
Love will never be easy, even if it could be.
I am a fixer who doesn’t want to be fixed.
Chameleon
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Chameleon  28/F/Ohio
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