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Broken Glass

I am a thousand pieces of broken glass;
Shattered and worn.
No matter how hard you try to fix it,
Parts are missing and a heart is torn.
Love is just a temporary fixture,
Just a moment in time;
An ever-so-perfect picture
Painted by thine.
Is this still love?
Have we grown comfortable and unwilling?
There’s not much to take
When you’ve done all the giving.

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