Pieces

Feelings,

Sentimental scraps of paper

Scattered around our feet,

Flooding in poodles of deceit.

Desires are indeed a treat

For those who yearn for a piece

Of somebodie’s love,

and a menace

For the ones who fear the beat of their heart

My bit

Is always

in the middle

of all that.

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