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Beneath The Rocks
In the shallows of my barren heart I search for depth.
Black and broken pieces
float
and
fall,
confetti.
hold your hand out
to catch nothing,
reap what has been sewn
flashlights of past lives
are cast upon a wall,
remember why everything died on the inside
see it for what it is or was and will be
make your peace with that girl
the one you were, before.
If only tears could drown
and fears could fly.
Black and broken pieces
float
and
fall,
confetti.
hold your hand out
to catch nothing,
reap what has been sewn
flashlights of past lives
are cast upon a wall,
remember why everything died on the inside
see it for what it is or was and will be
make your peace with that girl
the one you were, before.
If only tears could drown
and fears could fly.
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