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[golden jasper]

I looked for you in the cracks, in all the little broken things
Was it loneliness or bliss?
Did I imagine you, so jagged and rough to be the one to smooth things out
No. No gentleness was found there
Darkness crept in like a long time old friend.
And for me? What did I learn.
That broken things can be found but they’re probably better left burned.

[zinc fable]

I guess somethings are better off the way they were than when changed. Life.