"Hole"
There's a hole in my heart,
a you-shaped hole,
bigger than the hole in my old jacket
bigger than the hole in the sole of my shoes
bigger than the hole that was my car's window
bigger than the whole of me.
How is it possible to lose,
more than you've ever had?
"Pinocchio" - a haiku
Poor Pinocchio
cuts his strings and doesn't know
on his own, he'll fall
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