A real who’s who of nobodies meeting in the dark.
Like shadows as they gather
In the corner of a circle in the park.
They’re there.

Half of a two piece puzzle falling to the floor.

Whispers on the west coast of a shouting match.
Like mouths that never mattered
That find a voice and speak without a scratch.
Here, hear.

Half of a two piece puzzle falling to the floor.

Nobody really talked about them.
Petals tapping on his door.
He took a bite of the big apple
He needed a bit more.

Finding half of a two piece puzzle
As he fell through the floor.
He never really talked about it.

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