Witnessed stars,
punctured poems.
Splattered paint,
never the same.
Nunca igual.
Search the blankets
of dark night skies.
Can one see,
what others strive
to see, to feel?
Steps left, right, left.
Ribbons interlaced,
knots and bows, oh my.
I am detached.
From me, from a world.
Split and torn in many.
Rumpled as ben linen.
Scattered on many paths.
Splattered road kill.
Lost prisoner of life.
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