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She wrestled with flawed pages in her book,
half-written,
crumpled,
ripped.
Some intentionally skipped,
and few callously flipped.

She believed they would all come together at the end
Web a story and make sense.
 
Crestfallen, unable to connect dots,
too hurt to go on,
she threw the book off the bridge.

As it flew over and landed on the water,
the last page opened wide, 
untied 
untried
unwritten
unfinished
UNFLAWED!