Weeding Matt – Unhinged Poem

A separate letter,

written without care,

a flair of substance,

lost in translation,

we see through eyes closed,

while minds weave woes,

classification of decent,

loss of sleep,

a rainbow painted in one colour,

a book written with one word,

thousands of playthings,

a broken sidestep,

we are the things given,

while you are the things kept…

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