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This is a sister-poem for "Winter to Spring". Reviews, or yeah, whatever. - copyright n.p-simmons 2011.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 95 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-16-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2915098
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Just a little less than nothing.
No. That's wrong.
More like miles short of being nothing.
Filled with useless junk,
A salty solution leaking from it's -from my- lids,
Inexplicable functions.
But none-the-more.
Still thousands of times less than nothing.
If you can't see me anymore,
How can I believe I still have a face?
How do I know I still have a reflection?
How do I judge whether I exist?
How can I let go?
How do I fix my cracked heart if I don't exist to you?
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