The Sunday Whirl Wordle #640
remnants of a broken trust
A patch on a heart never healed
stitched together blood congealed
Years swarm a life’s lost wishes
now barely washing dishes
Dreams of sailing the ocean blue
dropped like a stone because of you
Hints of a future that will never be
formed by others not you or me
Laying down upon my chest
in mercy upon the earth now to rest
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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