Full of the remains of inner beasts and convictions of emotions dwell within me.
Petite segments slip away through the damaged cracks and are lost.
Every so often a moment passes.
Here floats by a warped piece misplaced from another spirit.
It's picked up and stored where your own morsel had gone astray and you hold it dear.
Elsewhere there might be the other shadow looking to fill its own nothingness.
It's own missing fragment.
Perhaps they will find my own meandering by.
Under the incandescent light of the invisibly strung stars,
That also paints the night sky nesting outside my fractured window...
Might be beaming upon them too.
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