Remember that year i thought
We'd figure out how to fix it?
That was the day it all fell to pieces.
I suppose things always break
Only when you take them in your hands.
When you squint to see the fissures.
Like this poem, no?
If you read it out loud you'll realize
How it doesn't work at all.
I think it works <3
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