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My wine glass doesn't fit in the cup holder

My happy meal has the same old toy

I thought I was ok with older

But I'm devastated

Cinnamon sass

Sarcasm was your art

Your heart so much bigger

Than the best fed panther in the park

There's no missing

You're always here

I have every crackling word

Every growling laugh

Every smarmy sweater

Every holiday passed

Fo...

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If you asked

what my heart

consisted

of.

I would say;

half is pain.

Other half?

Love.

If you said

love was dead,

valueless

time.

Clear your head,

break the shell.

Reveal your

mind.

It's called pain,

caused by words.

Dismantles

soul.

Cant blame it,

bred to kill.

Grimmest of

goals.

Sad but true,

both the halves

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