I see a familiar face
in a dusty puzzle
dumped from the box
hidden behind the viola
a fragment of her eye
and a bit of her hair
painted on the piece
stuck in the roots of
a half dead bloom
most of the peices
must have been burried
several seasons ago
I have half a mind
to let it rot till
the pink of her lips
fades
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
I see a familiar face
in a dusty puzzle
dumped from the box
hidden behind the viola
a fragment of her eye
and a bit of her hair
painted on the piece
stuck in the roots of
a half dead bloom
most of the peices
must have been burried
several seasons ago
I have half a mind
to let it rot till
the pink of her lips
fades
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