He has in him a kaleidoscope world.

Locked in a marble, quaint and small.

Some whimsical.. some void..

Yet it is what makes him whole.


Hidden away from his soulful eyes,

Each pattern and complexity arise,

Dancing hues and grays combined,

Only seen when one collides.


She wishes for him to see it all..

How eloquently beautiful he is even in downfall..

Could he marvel as how she does?

Fallen and risen from the broken shards.


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