Arc reactor

My life's a puzzle
Pieces strewn
In a fit
'cross my room
Missing words that never rhyme
Thoughts that race through my mind
Clothing goes missing
In the drier
Who is going to light my fire
Passion burns a cigarette
That goes out
When it gets wet
What is real
The missing piece
That i need to feel complete

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