Poem carved on a piece of broken glass
By Jaclyn //
November 2003

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lately i see fire
at the edge of the world,
however i turn

and you have to ask yourself
these questions that have no endings

these questions that may mean
nothing
until they're over

but before you start
make sure: is it worth it?

it is always the small things
that do the most
harm

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Make me smile ::