A projection of their minds
formed walls in which
they
called a home.
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For years the castle
crumbled
brick by heavy brick.
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They stayed inside
playing the repetitive games of
exerting control over the falling
pieces of their scavenged souls.
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Every
time
clay hit the ground
a piece of themselves
got lost among the
tides, the stars, the woods, the pages…
Wherever they could run to
and find a mirror with
reflections of remembrance.
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To fill a void is to
understand there is one.
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As their souls found solace
and the rubble calmed,
there she was with a
few bricks still on
her shoulders.