Perfectly Imperfect


Our silent conversations

have been louder than our screaming matches.

The most intimate moments have been cold,

whereas our distanced and indifferent attitudes

have struck a fire so great within us,

that our puzzle pieces fall together

perfectly imperfect on the floor.



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