This evening deepens into
Darkness but still the songs
Don’t play as soft and
As soothing as on the nights
Of holy wars and game balls.
You are the way I live.
To overlook the creases in the
Paper is the only way to be, for
Out there what really matters is
Whether the jigsaw matches.
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the jigsaw puzzles us???...while its fragments try hard to make sense....and do u really think it matters anymore,how we live, after we all overlook the creases?
beautiful poem.simple words.infact was quite blown by it.
I really like the simplicity and honesty contained in "You are the way I live"...
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