Splinters

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Where my heart once held strong and fast

there is an ossuary filled to capacity

with your cast-offs and all the advice

that you inter in me acts as a paralytic.

I can no longer move or breathe

for the expectation of happiness.

Of myself I know only the splinters

that your helpful carving has knocked free.

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