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Friday, February 6, 2015

Plaster

People slip in to our lives in peculiar ways
One minute a stranger on the street,
One day a necessity to breathe.

Just a tiny crack in your strong facade.
It will worm itself in - where it has to go.
One moment, an inevitability

Yes, people slip in to our lives in peculiar ways.
One minute you're a stranger to yourself,
One morning, one-other stranger in your bed.

You clean it up, rebuild.
Put plaster over the cracks.
Ask -
One question; did you grow?
Henrik Berg
Topic(s) of this poem: growth
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