Elements of life,
Distilled from remembered Loves,
Of animate and Inanimate,
The Appearance of my Being,
An accidental Work of Art,
A Collage of Lives and Experiences,
Fused together,
By the unspoiled Essence of my Soul,
An unintentional Filter,
Defined by Fragments withheld,
Fed by the Flow,
It,
In its ever-changing and imperfect Nature,
Fails to hold
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