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the broken girl and glue boy.

Too many pieces.
Too many little brittle bits
sit scattered among matters not-so-well-knit.
Spit tatters and see, shattered, what’s made of it,
My dear…
I’ll stay here in your world pearled by grit
Until my bones lose loam and find home in it.

to stay?

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  • Vampyre Elf
    February 7, 2008
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    Wow wonderful

    tag youre it


  • Ishtar
    January 17, 2008
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    Short, simple and beautiful. As always.


  • Zara Synn
    January 16, 2008
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    I miss reading your genius.


  • WisdomWarrior
    January 15, 2008
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    This is tender and very chivilrous - a side I don't often see from you.

    Nicely done. I especially like the fact that your title is part of the poem. It is not mentioned in the poem but upon reading the poem and re-reading the title, it explains the poem.

    Nice.

    John