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Funny how
broken hearts
spread them selves
A bottle
of
life saving fluid
slipped in my hands
I was tired and worn out
it was dark
I didn't want to disturb
so I fumbled
Funny how
pieces of glass
just spread
all over the floor
across the room
under every single furniture
big and piercing
small and sharp
and the fluid
stains on every wall
on my cloths
my face
and every tiny little space
you even couldn't think of
Funny how
broken hearts
spread them selves
I crawl on
the floor
my knees and feet step on them
I wash and sweep and pick
trying to tidy up the mess
and days
and days later
I still step on
broken glass
I still
clean stains
Funny how
broken hearts
spread them selves
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