Glass

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Poetry in motion,
is what I aspired to be.
Then the words fell off the pages,
the words fell off of me.
I tried to pick them up.
They shattered like glass.
I was no longer fluid;
The chaos consumed me.
Once I had the courage,
But my words are lost,
As lost as you.

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