She remains broken, but I am there to put her back in place
Piece by piece, I slowly put the broken glass where they belong
A clear crystal statue smiles back at me, tears of joy running down
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Greys & Blues
PoetryWant to read poetry but you're lazy? This book is made for you! It is full of my three line poems A quick and short read, but I hope you enjoy it as well Without further ado, You may begin...
