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Linda Desrosiers Feb 2015
You!
Yes you , you are that one and only puzzle piece.
Where do you belong ?!?!?!?
My curiosity is sky rocketing.
Are you with or without?
These unanswered questions, they flow , the flow in my brain.
But why ?
Why do you do this to me ?
I can't think about anything, nothing but you , the puzzle and the whole image.
Why the struggle?
Why the pain?
But wait you look just just like me
Are ends look just perfectly the same .
But why don't we fit as one ?
Why are you just that one puzzle piece?
Linda Desrosiers Feb 2015
When you see just that balloon.
That one red balloon
It calls at you , the sound ringing in your ears.
The pleading of that one red balloon.
You see it all the time , but why?
Why that one?
Why just red?
Day and night that balloon stays in your eyes open and closed.
Like staring at the sun for too long,
All you see is that blob , that image.
Why do I always look , look at you ?
You are my problem, but you are my solution
To these questions,to me , to my life.
Because it's just that one red balloon.

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