Fixed fragments I turned to be
Since the gaping of these eye to reality
A piece of me I give for free
To sooth and calm their bleeding wounds

This visceral shoulders, a burden borne
For varying boulders upon it placed
Only but a few will know
How much a prick that comes with the thorns

Little or none I do not mind
If peace of mind is the price to pay
I chose to love and cherish all
The only debt we owe our maker

My composure comes from life's lore long learnt
Upon its cladness, my mind's eyes fed
And now a bard it seems I am
I bear these jigsaw puzzling tale



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