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abstract poem from found items |
| Heart: Love, like a fragment of shell. Marred and broken; it still holds beauty. A single brass wing brings flight to mind, with images of lighter than air creatures. Glass and metal sparkle and catch my eye. Memories pieced together. And so we rise. I overheard her say, "you're just going to have to take it with a grain of salt." And so we rise. |