I know the pieces fit ’cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn’t mean I don’t desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication…
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5 commenti su “Schism

  1. Sesostris il said:

    The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,

    And the circling is worth it.

    Finding beauty in the dissonance.

  2. krishel il said:


    [..] rediscover communication… A volte per sapere la verità bisogna solo parlare. Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion…. [..]

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