3. (Shrapnel)

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I remember when the
shrapnel left your mouth,
the day you pulled the rip chord
and
looked up

I held on,
to the pillars of my youth
and dug the metal out
I saw the
earth collapse under its
own crust

I was young,
lovely,
a hollow thing,

and not enough.

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