The lonely cold night carries the broken pieces of my thoughts longing for expression.
Words scattered across the rivers of my heart.
Untapped diamonds masked within these thoughts.
These cuts seem not to fit into their pieces no matter how much I try.
And as the oceans of hours spread them far from each other, they get lost in the ebb and flow of time.
Never to see the rising of the day.
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