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It leaves minds tired

Hands twisted

Feet confused

Pieces lost in dialect

Hidden on the floor

While thoughts spill

And slip into the cracks

Of old forgotten insecurities never filled

It is left on the table

Until an urge to complete the unfinished task returns again

Irritation sets in

Frustration sets in

Life breaks into ceramic shards

But they can be glued back together

Like a warped puzzle

That desires to be whole

But needs a bit of effort

From steady, willing and unrelenting hands

That never learned the meaning of giving up

Love always, Esha ❤


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