Broken Trust
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Now that trust is a cloth
Mended time and again
With patches sewn together
To keep the shape intact
Now that trust is a cracked glass
That can still hold water
But will not hold something warm
Or cold
Let's discard the cloth
And the glass
For now trust doesn't belong
To the conversations
Now trust is a used up tissue paper
Meant for the bin of memory.
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