things have a strange way of breaking down – A poem

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things have a strange way of breaking down,
They look normal, so normal.
And then suddenly it breaks down,
breaks down a lot,
Really breaking down.
In the morning they are like children playing;
so much joy and happiness,
So many hopes.
Then, suddenly, (around noon) it goes terribly wrong;
Her face is sharp
And then it's final: broken.
In the evening, we fall on the floor,
Looking down at the ruins
and wonder:
when and how is it
got so bad
And we didn't even notice.
so - things,
Not least - relationships.
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