Glass Pieces

Poem By Victoria Gunn

All the pieces
of me
are
shattered like
broken glass
Pieces of him
mixed with
the pieces of me
to make
a solid blurry sheet
until I'm unsure
what's him
and what's me
It's just us
reoccuring
rearranging
being

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