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Nov 2014
Sad to see that old
cracked glass, filled
full with memories – past.

Remnants
of a book they wrote.

Fragments
of a heart he broke.

After all this time, she
worships the little shrine.
Pretty, still, but a cage, that
won’t let her turn the page.
Written by
Rachel Williams  Alabama
(Alabama)   
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