(from A Jar of Stars)
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I received fragments of lines thrown back to another time.
They were still not what I required.
Like a cannonball, through my heart, the fragments are now scattered,
tied up with pain, anger and grief.
You were the one who pierced my heart with the dagger.
But I still carry the weight of it all while you are home free.
I doubt any of this matters.
I was always at the bottom of your pile.
Maybe one day, my lips will have the fragments of a smile, and my heart will no longer bleed.
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