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Rise Again

When you died

A piece of me went with you

I knew that moment

Could never be undone

And that my life until then

Was over and through


There are some things you can never recover from

There are pieces that can not be forced

Or repaired and reassembled

Into a recognizable source


So you take the shambled pieces

And create a new painting

A sculpture

And you bleed into the seams

Watching as the thread passes

In and out you will weave


There is beauty in your imperfection

As we recite our lovers ways

The broken and the shallow

Pass through our later days


The fabric will burn

The color will fade

A pile of ashen color

Upon the earth displayed


You will recall the day you were broken

When you find yourself here again

So begin the ritual building

Your formation is your pain

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