sweep me on to a pile,
suck me up in a whirl
but i'll still be there, broken.
Every once in awhile you'll come across pieces,
reflections of my surface.
Sometimes when you're not looking...
sometimes i'll catch you off guard, pierce your being
and shock you into remembrance of a day when i was whole -
your fingers around me, ring glancing across my side.
Your grip, holding tight, loving what i gave you.
My soul tangling with the fragments of your thought.
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