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(Written August 6, 2012, at 2:04 am.)

do you think you could find it in your heart
to break me into little pieces
that you could carry around in your pocket?
i promise not to bother you
or make it any more difficult to find your keys
amongst sticks of gum and credit cards.
i promise that i'll find a way
to be strong enough to survive washing machines
so you don't have to take care of me.
i promise that being with you always
is the last thing i'll ever ask for.