flawsA Poem by plainmepeople say that we're looking for a perfect piece to fit our puzzle but the board is flawed, and there's more pieces missing you just sometimes happen to find a piece, and live with it being there you feed your obsession of filling the holes and in a manic state you stare appreciate the beauty of the part that was gone, and never was but then it hits you, that there are more holes to be fit and you sink, in a vertical slope from one end to the other and you forget that that piece wasn't there once
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Added on January 22, 2017 Last Updated on June 20, 2018 |