© 2008-2010 by mehd(inabox)
Tuesday, 2 June 2009
Inside My Head
They let me keep it.
A little piece
Of the puzzle
Which I never did solve.
The shattered glass of your life
Cuts
Through the past.
When I say they
I mean in my head.
I hang on to
Your knife.
And I place my hand
On your shoulder.
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