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They are objects

Of no importance

In our lives

Often carelessly scattered

Ominous

Over ripe

Crinkled

Left

For somebody else

To pick up

But he takes them

To centre stage

On big canvases

With lots of colours

And no filter

Even sewn up wounds

Shine

Beyond the ordinary

Everyday decadence

They become parts

In our stories

Like memories of past

Or future lives

Like they have not been

Before

He saw them

This way

And let us see them

Too

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