* the Pieces Left Behind
The broken child of 52years.
broken in to millions, her pieces
left across the many lands she
has visited, but can't remember.
Many, have tried and failed to
put the broken pieces back together,
with out luck, because so many are
now old worn, scuffed, they don' t fit.
Every where she goes more and more
of her is left behind, dangling on the
edge of the cliffs below, they are to
far down for any to reach.
Some now are trying now to put her
together again, gathering as many of,
the missing pieces they can find, to
hopefully make her totally complete.
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