Pieces

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I will collect you.

Your words.
Your breath.
Your tears.
Your laughter.
Your lies.
Your truth.
Your gaze upon mine when the world goes blind.
Your masks and the shards given in secret.

I will gather them all…

And piece you back together, so you will once again remember…

The truest beauty comes from broken things restored.

 

Chelsey Whitlow

 

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