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Sep 2015
The broken pieces
Of the beautiful picture
Lay scattered around,
Fragments of history
Waiting to draw blood.
They were put back together
Over time immeasurable
And with a pain unmatched.
The scene was
Undoubtedly altered,
But the picture was
No less beautiful.
And those who had
Never seen it before,
Would never know the difference.
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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