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By Charlotte Koch
Fragments are taken from me
One at a time
They slip away, like lost lovers
Lost moments of clarity
Fading light of a dying sun
And I cry small rivers
Hoping to collect them
And make them an ocean
So all my fragments may drift
On their tributaries,
Lost little lovelies floating
Draining to my lonely ocean
So I can immerse myself
Coat myself in their fearful luster
Hoping they will stick long enough
For me to become whole.
