The Right Glue

Old.
Brittle.
Yet,
Young,
Full of life without much direction.
Crackles in every step,
But,
A drive rolling along as smooth as each drip from my olen wounds.
Those tears falling from a broken heart I keep trying to mend,
But,
Just can’t seem to find the right glue…

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