The nineteen-sided puzzle-piece
that is my personality
fits everywhere and nowhere.
Pick it up,
And place it.
Push,
Force it into its place.
But look,
Those colors don't quite match
And that side is all messed up.
It just doesn't fit.
So close, and yet so far.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
The nineteen-sided puzzle-piece
that is my personality
fits everywhere and nowhere.
Pick it up,
And place it.
Push,
Force it into its place.
But look,
Those colors don't quite match
And that side is all messed up.
It just doesn't fit.
So close, and yet so far.
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