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A Puzzle of Fragments

We sit in a circle in a small white room
Drifting away
By the impulse again
With a ketchup stain near my heart
So now I'm slowly fading away
When you grow
This may impair your ability to operate heavy machinery
I do it exceptionally well
I am a plant without roots to hold it in place
I am a mismatched puzzle of half formed fragments

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  • Brooklynn Tainted gold member
    January 4
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    Great poem here i like it.. Thanks for entering and good luck