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...disassembly

Poetry By: Jennifer Brighton
Poetry



When worn-out fabric becomes a symbol of suffering.


Submitted:Jul 10, 2012    Reads: 18    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   


I
Fall apart
At the s e a m s.

You
Are not there to
P i e c e me back together
Anymore.

We
Used to be
One, two - a s s e m b l e d together.

Us
Is now a withered me
An i n c o m p l e t e I
A precarious y o u.





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