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Mar 2013
Let's freeze frame as my mind fades
And analyze its degradation
From all the toxic inhalation
Playback the moments that are missing
And wonder what pieces used to
fit there
This jigsaw is at expert level
And I am puzzled through this puzzle
Where my jagged edges don't quite settle
In your cookie-cutter heart.
Where the picture on the box is one that's hazy and misled
From a culmination of empty faces that have
Led its shape astray;
A concrete structure
That's now laden with decay
In the aftermath of games that were
Too far gone to play.
K J
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K J
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