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| My cold glass heart you picked it up caressed it gently and warmed it in your hands. Then tossed it high into the sky. Came rudely plummetting back to Earth. Crash landed. Shattered into a million pieces. I'm trying to find all of the pieces. Pick them up and fit them back into a whole. But I can't. You are stepping on the last one. Please move your foot. Let me have it back. Back. |
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| All of the above poems are by yours truly. | |||||||||||||
| Any comments about the above are welcome. Please post them in my guest book at my homepage or email them to me at [email protected]. Thanks! |
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