I suppose I fell in love apart
And now,
I'm broken with my pieces
Close to me
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Dead Letters
PoetryWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
Pieces
I suppose I fell in love apart
And now,
I'm broken with my pieces
Close to me