An original poem, read and photoshoipped by me.
I came up with the initial idea for this one while nibbling on the broken pieces at the bottom of a zip lock bag that had previously been filled with Biscoff cookies.
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https://bio.link/johnmalo
I’ve been trying not to notice
how long I’ve been sorting through
the broken pieces at the bottom
of a life that’s gone askew.
To find any that I can salvage
and although it’s just a few,
I think I might have enough
to build them into something new.
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