I write
in broken
images
scrawling
memories
on the page
in
shattered
stanzas
and
metaphor.
The words
taste of
copper
fractured
like glass
that catches
the light
and
I
wonder –
can you
see me
in the fragments?
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I write
in broken
images
scrawling
memories
on the page
in
shattered
stanzas
and
metaphor.
The words
taste of
copper
fractured
like glass
that catches
the light
and
I
wonder –
can you
see me
in the fragments?
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