A story of the Lonely

If only words could sketched the home

I left when I went away that summer evening

I would dearly collect those words

and put it in my pallete

and gently brush them into my pad

like watercolors

But that home has hundred words in it

and hundred broken sentences and phrases

that might make this sketched

a useless unsolved puzzle

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