all the little pieces

All the little pieces,

pick it up again of the floor,

broken, fragile, right where I left it,

sticky glue, mend, as it was,

together again, a perfect sphere,

fault lines, black lace,

stronger now, we broke together,

my hands glued to your small waist,

broken perfect embrace.

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