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Pieces of a broken
…♥…
Fall onto the floor
…They…
Scatter here, they scatter
…There…
&
Leave a trail just
…Everywhere…
I’m tired, and weak
&
Much to frail
…My…
Only thought at this
…Moment…
Is
What do I need the pieces
…For?..
I have no answer.
…There…
Isn’t time. I’ll leave these
…Useless…
Pieces, leave them all
…Behind…
10:23 PM
Vera Robinson © 2015
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Feb 19, 2015 @ 07:41:30
nice….
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Feb 19, 2015 @ 08:28:48
Thank you.
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Feb 19, 2015 @ 08:05:37
Sweep them up and put them in a jar
For a time
that you may need them may not be so very far
When the crime
That broke your heart may fade into the mist
And one day
The forgotten magic of a kiss
May again come your way
And then you’ll need your heart
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Feb 19, 2015 @ 08:31:11
I just love this! Thank you. 😄
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Feb 19, 2015 @ 08:32:05
You are most welcome. Once I started I couldn’t stop. 🙂
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Feb 19, 2015 @ 08:33:46
LOL! That’s a creative mind working.
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Feb 19, 2015 @ 08:35:00
Inspired by your words
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Feb 19, 2015 @ 08:38:38
I am glad to have inspired you! 😁
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Feb 19, 2015 @ 08:39:35
🙂
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Feb 19, 2015 @ 11:05:21
❤
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