Sonntag, 22. September 2013

Pieces

Sometimes
I feel like
broken to 
Pieces

like an iceblock
which somebody 
let 
fall

like a glass
which stood to close
to
the edge

like the souvenir 
from prague
which you
loved

like your heart
after
he left
you

like a mirror
when
I look into 
it

all I need
is someone
to collect
them-

the pieces-
and 
complete me
again




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