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Shattered Whole

I feel as though

The whole we once

Thought we were

Has been shattered,

Yet still tethered together with invisible tape.

Over time the shattered shards

Have been slipping

Plink, plink,

One by one into the

Shadowy darkness.

Even though our once wholesome whole

is quietly crumbling,

It resembles its shape,

Shuddering silently every time

Another shard slips.

Not everyone can sense the split second

A shard slips,

But those who can

Weep heartbreakingly beautiful tears,

Shaken by the passing possibility.

We probably can’t repair it.

We could maybe put our whole

back together again,

but nobody seems to be

The kind of glue

Who can.

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