Recovery

There are needles in haystacks
I want to find
Hard to reach, hidden among
The painful points
Of memories that poke me
Though left behind
And provoke unbidden tears
In the corners
Of once dry eyes. But I want
Nothing more than
To capture the lost prize of
The lost needles
That I find

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