A swept away lie
You and I
An aging face
A broken vase
There is no glue
For me and you
No way to guise,
No ceramic reprise.
We can sweep it away
Away from here
We can make
Our mistake
Disappear
But the simple truth
Is
No photobooth
Pictures,
Or letters of
Affection,
Half-burnt
Candles,
Or love serum
Injections
Can erase
The vase
Forever smashed
On the floor
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