Thy soul

Bits everywhere scattered
They'd there remain
Unless
Unless

'Say someone will pick them up

Waiting
tick tock loud
Awaiting
an arrival

Shattering in silence
Always. Unless.

Deprived , needy of a taste of love.
'Stitch these littles one to one
But footsteps not heard
liveliness seeping into nothingness

Thy soul

Bits everywhere scattered
They'd there remain
Unless
unless you love yourself.

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Does this even make sense ?😭🙆🏻‍♀️