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Jigsaw

I watch you
cleanse me with the promise of purity.
You tread over broken glass
masked by transparency.

Why do you endure this pain?
When there's nothing for you to gain?

I warned you
to never fall in love with me again.
But here you are,
Mending what was not yours to mend.
Mending what was not yours to mend.

I watch you
take the take pieces of my heart
carefully.

You piece together
the puzzle of my soul
gently.

With one look
the broken shards mend together
perfect forever
I'm whole again...
I'm whole again



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