Fragility
Come and search my pockets
Nothing- you will be left in shame
Save the broken pieces of a fragile thing
That once was called by my name
No longer am I that pathetic thing
I refuse to be associated with so
The shards are dropped in the trash
I pick up my bags and I go
Copyright © J. Dover | Year Posted 2012
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