It started
and so he waited
and in that time he was branded
broken in two halves
by those who knew him once before.
He had walked to the building
and passed flowers growing
through cracks in the wall.
It had reminded him of them,
that morning everything had.
As he walked he grew tired
and was fast forgetting
it hadn't always been a chore.
That had made him more sad
than anything else.
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