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May 23, 2007 13:26

Watching little pieces
Of you
Fall to the floor.
Littering the ground;
Some shine greatly
Others are matte black.
I can pick them up
But nothing in me
Knows how to
Put those stubborn
Little pieces back
The puzzle seems...
So fluid.
I cannot find the border
And don’t know where
To start.

stupid poems

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