. I fell and scattered, shattered
into a thousand pieces
across the room,
and laid, waiting
for someone to put me back together.
No one came, but it’s all the same:
Mended or not
I’m now cracked
and incapable
of holding anything inside.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 11:46 PM UTC
. I fell and scattered, shattered
into a thousand pieces
across the room,
and laid, waiting
for someone to put me back together.
No one came, but it’s all the same:
Mended or not
I’m now cracked
and incapable
of holding anything inside.
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