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my love for you
takes the best part of me
every time I learn to live again
in one brief moment, your voice soothes frazzled nerves
to fracture them again
into a million invisible splinters
floating in the air without leads
only you could pick them up
and arrange again in a new, neat order
but it never happens and I am left
to my own devices
having less and less hope with each new sunny day
if it rains, I’m glad it can wash away all the pain
breaking my heart in half
I don’t want the other half
the one designed for you
but you don’t want to take it anyway
so I stayed
with a one-time and rare item
few are ready to appreciate it
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