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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.

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