He falls a hundred feet
into the hard arms of
barren rock.
And sometimes
swept, empty
morning pavements.
And every time
he gathers the broken pieces,
goes back home,
stands in front of a mirror
and puts them together
in a different way.
Hoping that now it'll all
somehow fit better.
into the hard arms of
barren rock.
And sometimes
swept, empty
morning pavements.
And every time
he gathers the broken pieces,
goes back home,
stands in front of a mirror
and puts them together
in a different way.
Hoping that now it'll all
somehow fit better.
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