An ode to all the worthless writing in the world.
Poetry. Prose. Expression.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Jigsaw
I cut myself up
Into tiny pieces
Looking for that
Square inch
Of myself
That made you
Fall out of love
With me.
I am now
A jigsaw puzzle
the corner piece
of which
you forgot
at her place.
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Ashok Subramanian P
May 24, 2012 at 11:39 AM
Paranoia at its best!
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