July 9, 2010, 11:42 PM
We fall,
We get back up.
We break something,
We repair.
We lose,
We find,
Or replace.
We drop something,
We pick it up.
But what happens,
When we destroy something that is one of a kind?
Something so fragile,
Unique,
And out of the ordinary,
That there is no replacing.
No repairing.
Something of so much value,
That you would kill,
Or be killed,
In order to make sure it stayed whole.
What then?
We get back up.
We break something,
We repair.
We lose,
We find,
Or replace.
We drop something,
We pick it up.
But what happens,
When we destroy something that is one of a kind?
Something so fragile,
Unique,
And out of the ordinary,
That there is no replacing.
No repairing.
Something of so much value,
That you would kill,
Or be killed,
In order to make sure it stayed whole.
What then?
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