We were like crumbs in a bread,
Closely knit and entangled.
Yet when the molds started to appear,
It was then said-
Even if things were made to stay together,
Life drags them apart,
May it be for the worse,
Or the better.
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PoetryIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
