A need to find beauty in the broken,
To find a whole in a half.
I search for the light - but don't we all.
Looking for an eternal place to sleep,
A small place with the necessities,
To live out my days.
I feel alone yet so open.
Are they not the same?
To find broken peices in perfection,
Perfection is not the beauty in the broken.

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