All you do is step over the pieces of red glass that was sprayed all over the floor; you never once offered to help pick them up and put them back together.
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One Liners
PoetryPoetry is music, music in retrun saves my thought. ------------------ A collection of one sentence/one line poems that range from hope to death. And everything in between.
54. Broken Heart
All you do is step over the pieces of red glass that was sprayed all over the floor; you never once offered to help pick them up and put them back together.
