I will never cut a slim silhouette

Some shadow delicacy on a wall

That I leave to the saints or sinners

Those with so much tougher an exterior and perhaps more inside

Than I possess

In a world where stupidity reigns

Neck and neck with ego and regret

Shattered jigsaw photos dig deeper

They are a ragged pill to swallow

The sweetness in the air is memory

Lost, revived again

Like flowers on a grave



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