A meaningless
cardboard puzzle,
color washed
and water logged.
A useless
cardboard heart,
put together
and torn apart.
Bloated
ink blotched
soaking wet
stain on the carpet
You've ruined my
deposit,
but I guess I am
to blame
I should have
left you
in pieces
Safe inside
your box
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