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You trusted me
And broke in my arms,
So I picked up your pieces
And set them back,
Just as they were.
But I hope you don’t mind
I went home that day,
With pieces in my pocket.
I buried them,
Under
My,
Skin,
Just to make sure,
You could,
Never leave,
Whole.
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