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Tiny pieces of my heart
Where to begin, where to start.
It's scattered and shattered
and thrown on the floor;
I haven't the use for one
anymore.
Teardrops on paper, pen trembles in hand.
Someone please take me
back there again.
Back to the time in my childhood
Where life was a breeze;
and everything came to me
with such ease.
Hasten my journey; take me to flight.
I want to lie in that bed tonight.
The bed of my childhood all snuggled and warm.
Before my heart was shattered and torn.
Kathalise Martin
April 11, 2001
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