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Dhdad67
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Snapped-like a crisp vegetable
Broken as the back of a camel
Gone-like a box of quetips
Down as a torn wall
Crossed by a reflection
This heart won’t thaw
Left to the cruel
Found by the lost
Eyes now open
What?
This is where I am
I am this...
Poetry