pieces are scattered and we pick them up,
rubber gloves, gently with pincers, tweesers,
so fragile...
put them back together, like a puzzle,
see what it looks like, whole.
I'd like to see it all come together.
We both know we're more than fairweather.
For good or not, who's to know,
piece it back together for it all to show.
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