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When worn-out fabric becomes a symbol of suffering.
Submitted:Jul 10, 2012 Reads: 13 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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