you dropped her on the floor.
once.
twice.
the third time, she shattered.
and you held her, limp, as you tried to piece her back together.
each little shard glued together in a rush;
almost perfect, but not.
and now, because of you,
she will be almost whole,
but not.
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lackluster dreamings
Poetryin which inner thoughts are brought to life upon a page. poetry.