just a way to cut up a heart that would be a puzzle that would never be put together again and each piece was a promise that is thorn sharp and cuts anyone who touches them.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just the way it is sometimes.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
Sounds messy and painful Jon
I feel for you
Great write
Thank you Andrew.
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