Tuesday, March 11, 2025

Pieces

 Over and over again in my world I have found myself in pieces.

Fault is irrelevant when the pieces cut me.

And I’m a master craftsman. I can take the ugliest and smallest of pieces and make them beautiful, or at least I could. 


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