Glue

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Vintage Words

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Here I am sitting on the floor

in the livingroom putting

pieces of me back together

with glue.

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Tears fall among the chips

of my heart, broken slithers

of emotion, the arms that

held you.

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This is a familiar rite. I

let it happen; the scissors,

the taking away of the

pieces.

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This will never happen

again. Someone like you

leaving me scattered

and holding another

bottle of empty glue.

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allets

07-15-13

11:54

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