Parchment

There are stories
Written in stone
Or scrawled onto parchment
In sepia tones
That recount the ways
That One can be One
And something worth holding
That we should have become.
There is too much missing
To make it all whole.
Missing pieces of paper
Are a piece of your soul.

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