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Pieces
January 27, 2011
I breathe and I sigh, waiting for the end.
Waiting for my hope to die, these memories to blend.
Barren words without a core.
My hands are ribbons and shreds, torn.
These useless trials, wasted endeavors.
Please, speak no more,
I don't want to hear about your forever.
We are not worthless, just broken.
These fractured hearts remain unspoken.
Barren bodies without a core.
Love is merely thinned and worn.
Maybe someday it will be found.
Maybe the damaged will become unbound.
Maybe we'll have a second time around.
Maybe someday.
Maybe someday.
© Barrie T., Scarsdale, NY
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