Every broken shred
Out of words
And places to go
The jagged edges cut
Hurting not at all
Don't even notice
Till you see the blood drip
Wondering how did it get here
Little pools of life
Reflecting light on the floor
Little spots of red amongst the glass
Picking up pieces
Every little shred
Out of words
And places to go
Picking up the broken
Trying to glue it back together
Missing shreds here and there
Till its whole again
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