Collecting Pieces

Collecting pieces
Folding with neatness
A seamstress
That seems stressed

Steam pressed

“I want to line the pieces up, yours and mine”

Those who receive us
Those who deceive us
Those who believe us
Are those who relieve us

Those people can be us

Floodgate of Tears
Watery fears
Breathe fresh air
See what’s clear

“Tears are the language of the soul when it runs out of words”

Speak less
Seek less

Heaven said
Don’t condemn
But amend
The regrets
With woven threads

Don’t refrain
From the
Hope can
And rearrange

To fill in the

M I _ S _ N G P I _ C _ S

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