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you are

what I tore apart from my wall

my only reminder

and I can't justify my satisfaction when I held crumbles of your face in my hand

the only emotion that tried to claw its way out

while the rest of it poured out effortlessly reaching out for my hands to stop

couldn't hold my fingers long enough so there it lay

crumbles of your face along with everything  else I refused to put on show

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