I've seen her
leaving
four broken
pieces of her heart on the floor
i expect her to pick the pieces
but she didn't
i could not pick them since
they're not mine
somehow i guess
she does not need any piece anymore
learning perhaps
that to live well and survive the hazards of love and living
one does not have to have a heart
anymore
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