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pages and pieces.

that little notebook
beside my bed
holds all the poems
that you never read

the thoughts i needed
to get out of my head
the ones i thought
were better left unsaid

when i felt lost
that book was my stage
old teardrops stain
almost every page

i re-read those words
as i make a new start
to try and collect the pieces
of my broken heart

somehow i’ll manage
to fashion them together
but those pieces, like those pages
will always remember

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