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to a simple nothing
i was bound
i wasn’t lost,
i was just being not found
until i cupped
that far distant sound
began retracing threads
long since wound
a piece of you six hundred of me
six hundred parts of me to see
six hundred pieces and none of it free
six hundred little pieces of me
i refused to acknowledge
that distant hark
as i traced each thread
to the edge of the dark
then i sat there and waited
for that tiny spark
under faint illuminations
i left my mark
six hundred versions for me to be
six hundred excuses and reasons to flee
six hundred bits that got in there to see
then six hundred more; maybe, just for me
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Brenton F
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Comments (3)
Wooohooooo congratulations on hitting 600 pieces! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Congrats on hitting 600!! Loved the piece and the rhyming :)
I loved this piece, it was so beautifully written!