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Mar 8
You found me,
When I was finding myself,
Shortly after what felt like forever,
Falling from the shelf.

Just like a picture frame,
Moments from the past,
Shattering before you,
All the joys you've amassed.

But as I collected the pieces,
I found one, familiar but not known.
It fit somehow,
it felt like home.

Because of you,
I'm creating a work of art,
So one day I can show you,
Just how you've mended,
This man's broken heart.
Written by
KatInMyHat  24/M
(24/M)   
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   Man
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