All of me

Every line of poetry that I’ve ever written is a snippet

So get as much paper as you need and start

Cut around every word

You always loved making paper dolls

But this time you pull the pages apart and see nothing

Except oddly shaped clippings

Pieces of a broken heart strung together

Satisfied, you let the pages fall back into how they once were

But the heart is still broken

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