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I heard a voice from a place of broken dreams
Where mirrors crack when looked at
A million images vanish into dust
Taking a part of you
you may not miss for years to come.
Yet like a puzzle that has a piece missing
You search for something that has no name
To fill that empty space that may never be filled
Until we return to the source from which we came…
©anitadawes 2020
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