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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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