April 9, 2013
By GingerRay13 SILVER, Tropic, Utah
GingerRay13 SILVER, Tropic, Utah
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A line is what I see
A single line
Like a pool of emptiness
All alone

Letters appear from nowhere
Like scattered hopes and dreams
Hanging by a thread

These letters for words
They seem out of place
I'd say

These words become sentences
Like little snippets of the puzzle
When the fog begins to clear

These sentences become paragraphs
They start to make sense
Like when the world breaks

These paragraphs form a story
This story reveals all
The puzzle is no more

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