Scraps are all that remain in my poem's domain, late, the muse retired
From trash to obtain a single refrain, from broken pieces once inspired
Tarnished with rust, covered with dust, I, glue bits and broken pieces
From decay of past dismay, mended hope somehow increases
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: June 14th, 2025 03:36
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From these scraps shines the gold of times !
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