We fit together,
not like puzzle pieces,
not compensating for one another’s juts and grooves;
besides, we are each whole in our own rights.
Rather, we’re tiles;
we lie neatly beside each other just like we’re supposed to
with a little grout to fill any gaps,
grout that has been gingerly wiped from our faces with a careful hand,
so that together we can form a vibrant mosaic.
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The Yellow Brick Ave 
Fine work, Joy. Reading this is like holding hands with the girl in the mirror. Thanks.
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out on the tiles
there aren t many smiles
album three
was a mere victory
eh?
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Very nice! I also love that feature tile that you have chosen 🙂
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Thank you!
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