take me to the place

Jan 14, 2021

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Updated: Oct 10

where you left your broken heart

show me where the pieces lay shattered on the floor

a million tiny moments you’ve buried over & over

and still they find their way

wash up like shells along the shore

7/2020

Andi Sword

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Anna Franks

Mar 08, 2021

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I love this. A very good visual to describe this feeling.

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