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
you're my moonlight
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