Crumbling thoughts get in the way
End Pieces
Heels
A key to lock up the
Remnants no one wants to hear
They leave a bitter ring
A sorry parting gift
To counter and recall
Voices that tell everything
Meant to be secret
A breaking smile
A point never made
Hiding what is widely known
Is an invitation shame will not decline
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