PuzzleA Poem by spoilsmaking things fitJagged edges no rhyme or reason apparent. Trying all combinations to attempt a good fit
Whether held in mind, heart or in the hands Whether it is understood to be a piece or not
Searching for a clear picture that makes sense Hiding from the piece that doesn’t easily mesh
With no image, there is no guidance to the end Working the unknown puzzle is the truth of life
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