Pieces
By LostInTime
Sometimes the pieces just don't fit
I seem to be missing some or maybe
have too many
Not really sure
Answers shimmer ghostly,
dash, tease
Hidden just beyond my eyes in a dark fog.
Chaos organized.
I try to fit a square heart into a round soul
And push too
hard though the resistance.
Till the edges are frayed
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