The second morning after creation All the shine wore off You broke your perfect things Broke them once again Glued them back together The excess extruding out From mismatched jigsaw lines A pout into the quirk Of your smile
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The second morning after creation All the shine wore off You broke your perfect things Broke them once again Glued them back together The excess extruding out From mismatched jigsaw lines A pout into the quirk Of your smile