Poem -
FALL OUT
I see them fall
The bits of you
The dying trailÂ
I follow the pathÂ
Left behind
A snail trail
I pick them up
Gather them in
Mould them back
​My hands full
Of your pain
Of my disdain
I do not gain
You do not gain
We are both in bits
Marion Price(2019)
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Wow, great stuff!
Thanks John ??