not blood, not bones
nor flesh, or stone.
there's stardust all over the shore,
in the light we live no more.
can't find us outside,
you must search deep down
in the bottom of your heart,
in the bottom of your soul.
who are we you might ask
we're the broken pieces they left,
collect us with your sweet arms,
and so myself you'll find.
R.B.
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