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Rated: E · Poetry · Spiritual · #1013961
Hope for a broken soul.
Damaged souls,
inside the wrecking yard of life.

Broken, wounded and discarded,
ripped apart piece by piece.

Useless, forgotten, rusting away
underneath a pitiless sky.

They wait, silent, weeping,
and always asking why.

No future to be found
only memories of the past.

A man comes along,
searching

One soul notices
dark muses fluttering away.

The man stops, studying
this broken, full-of-holes soul.

He reaches out
with a single light touch.

The soul becomes whole,
finds it has a future.

Salvaged, and useful once again.



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