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fluffel Apr 2018
The puzzle crashes once more 
Finding the familiar rigid floor 
Unforgiving and strong 
It was so close, after so long 
One or two pieces at best 
Needed to figure out that extravagant mess 
But the table wasn’t enough 
To hold all the pieces, twas just too tough 
Crashing down with a loud clatter 
Now all is gone, with only one to care for the matter 
Search for all 
Like finding identical leaves in the fall 
They all have changed 
Now he must find one that matches his own strange ways 
A piece that fits his moves and quarks 
One who embraces him with a genuine force. 
He must find this one in himself 
For only you can continually fill your empty shelf 
Take the table out of the equation 
Puzzle made on the floor 
No table to collapse, no weight it must bare. 
This realization can change everything 
And rid one of desperate madness, 
Even in the worst situations that wash ashore.
fluffel Apr 2018
As two puzzle pieces 
Fit together so divine. 
Make me feel like you’re all mine 
No other could make me feel so fine 
All day walking around with some special kind of shine 
No other pieces could fit together like we do 
Not just once or twice, but every single time 
Complete the need that is felt inside 
Matched together at first sight, 
Now I just need some kind of sign 
You want to be whole again, don’t give into the fright 
Be strong for me, look deep to find 
That one that was thrown aside. 
Somewhere the piece lays, 
The one that will keep destruction at bay 
On the table for weeks, 
Just waiting for the piece. 
That will complete the picture it beholds 
Fulfill the potential it has 
To look beautiful from its own mold. 
Doesn’t follow rules or norms 
To its own ****** up drum, it roars 
As a bird sings its own melody as it soars, 
The puzzle shows purity in the darkest of forms 
Bad things have hurt the pieces before 
But through these, they still seem to fit, 
So amazing once more 
Connected together, souls intertwined 
Flawlessly together at this time. 
Embracing the moment they have together 
Wishing to be in one’s company forever. 
Morning strikes a harsh blow. 
The rising sun forces each to go.
Margaret Jul 2014
The beach
Whoosh swoosh of the waves
Cute boys in the water
Whoosh swoosh
Of the water.
In my towel
Whoosh..... swoosh......
Hanging out at the beach today.
No matter what happens at the beach the water stays moving consistently

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