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Puzzle Pieces

If you were to search my bedroom,

don't expect to find any treasures.

Besides my bed you are likely to find

a years worth of empty pharmaceuticals

to cure a life of ill pleasures.

 

If you were to search my bedroom,

don't expect that you will piece the puzzle together.

Because the reason I am,

the way that I am,

is not because the pieces are jumbled,

but because some never existed at all.

 

If you were to search my bedroom,

don't expect to find me there -

for that is a life that I left behind.

Why you may ask?

I'll pick you a flower I planted inside my head,

and we'll see how long you can bear

its potency.

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Written by
beau-phoenix-rose
Australian
Published
Nov 19, 2011
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