Broken pieces of Somebodys
fall in patterns on the ground,
shards of hope and scattered heartache
for forgiveness, never found,
all that lingered of the image… 135 more words
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Awakened, He Turns to the Wall (Cento)
Then, everything slept.
Where were you before the day?
You see here the influence of inference,
whereby things might be seen… 108 more words