Issue 48 · One poem
Puzzle
Pieces face-up and face-down on the floor.
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Like a jigsaw puzzle thrown to the ground,
my life has fallen apart.
Some pieces right side up, some laying face down,
I am not quite sure where to start.
So I try to find the borders, seems they would be the easiest pieces to fit,
Like a jigsaw puzzle thrown to the ground,
Like a jigsaw puzzle thrown to the ground,
“Like a jigsaw puzzle thrown to the ground,”
Puzzle