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You were but a bud that once blossomed
now wilting in my hands
like a dried up, dead rose
in the morning when you're gone
all I'm left with is our stained bed
and memories of time gone by
and my heart on the floor
twisted and shattered
Copyright 2016-11-29-L.M.Giannone
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Bits and Pieces
Poetry"Reduced to bits and pieces fragments of a lost soul lying jumbled on the floor like an unfinished puzzle and you are the missing piece that completes me." Bits and Pieces is a collection of poetry. Recurring themes are love, loss, relationships, in...
