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By Charade Date: 2001 Oct 03 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.03.10.36.3686]] |
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Many different pieces that fit right into place corners molded tightly you'd think that they were traced Yes, traced within a stencil of everything I need with every little detail strung together like some beads My puzzle fit so tightly so grand and so complete the world looked in amazement so intricate and neat I took it all for granted This puzzle that is me forgot that without mucilage a piece might get set free And one day it did happen my puzzle fell apart smashed to many pieces my shattered broken heart I dropped down to the ground and quickly gathered up the pieces to my puzzle before they were corrupt yes, corrupted by the stares of people passing by with words of constant ridicule with their cruel and jeering eye So there I lied upon the cold and dampened floor trying to fit the pieces to make me whole once more It seemed it was in vain when I stood upon my feet for one piece was still missing My puzzle incomplete I searched and searched just for it that magical one piece to fit that empty cubicle that would make it all complete I found a few spare pieces from a love-lorn fixers kit but they were not quite suitable although they almost fit I've come to the conclusion that only one will do the piece that will complete my heart is the puzzle piece called 'you'... ~ |