i'm a mosaic of everyone i loved and left me.
i have claw marks of everyone i loved.
i use phrases they did.
i learned an instrument they used to play.
i use the jokes they once told me.
i kept a little piece of everyone i met.

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Griefing Twenties
PoetryA book filled with poetry by a tortured poet, till her ink bled.
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i'm a mosaic of everyone i loved and left me.
i have claw marks of everyone i loved.
i use phrases they did.
i learned an instrument they used to play.
i use the jokes they once told me.
i kept a little piece of everyone i met.