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Looking At Pieces
Kristopher T. Combs |
Held on Sunday, falling today
a funnel of thanks without sound,
hence the poor mattress underneath
a shadow torn by two hearts.
'Twas the fabric that left us 'round,
a pure mood, gripping flesh into its teeth
you said for me to go on with my part.
Clues beat me to the punch,
"day with me, day without...love,
'cuz you don't seem to care, anymore"
day with me, not without...you,
fenced out by another, breathing away
well done! looking at pieces.
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