Broken

Broken pieces picked up by me.

Never where they are meant to be.

Building upon broken bits.

I push until the pieces fit.

Until I can see inside of me.

The broken spirit there used to be.

I build around it until it sits.

Stand it up so it can’t quit.

Broken, but still useful to me.

This broken spirit inside of me.

-OM

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@smokendust

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