A Girl,

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She cut up pieces of her heart


...and gave them

To the only people she knew

...would save them

I said,

"you can sleep right here within these arms,

And when you awake,

you can tell me the story's,

of all the things you've misplaced''

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...''along the way.''

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A girl,

observing life rather than living it

 

Making an already difficult journey

somewhat precarious

 

She was a broken marble birdbath

Lying half hidden in tall dry grass

A door,






held shut from the inside

She tried her best to press through,

Though stopped short

For she then realized...



it was her grip, that was slipping

...on the other side



















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