Submitted by Tsuki san
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When beauty lies
in broken pieces
and art comes in
putting it back
Better
amalgamation transcends original
the broken cups and the broken bowls
put together with tender love
and a golden joint
that breathes life
once broken
now anew
What of
things too broken
to be pieced back
part by part
do we now find the beauty
in the broken as aesthetic
Perhaps
we have to declare the death
of things too broken
and respectfully keep them
in a chest deep inside
safely, gently
never to see them again
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