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Things Fall Apart

A string of beads.
-Breaking-
Broken.

The. Sharp. Sounds.
As
they
fall
...to the ground

Things Fall Apart, when,
ScRaMbLiNG (for the beads)
you -grasp- that they
are p i e c e s of an ambiguous puzzle.
Rolling under the chair...
Out of sight.

R-e-s-t-r-i-n-g-i-n-g beads,
you find you've not enough.
The string is short,
the story untold,
things all fallen apart.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Chakros, in the year 116 MA.