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August, 2009

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Broken Under

How did this come to pass?
One heart broken on the ocean.
One heart broken on asphalt.

And he who says
or says nothing
to one or one,

or lingers
or claws,
or drives away, or.

Once again, how?
Under a sun.
Under a moon.

But
you’re here.

(rinabell) | Aug 6, 09