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November 3, 2012

A Poem When Broken.

Photo via KC on Pinterest

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each night I’ll sleep a minute longer –

another inch of healing away from you,

 

i’ll talk a good game until my eyes can close –

then tiptoe around the thought of you,

 

on a couch –

whispering about your closed doors that couldn’t open,

 

or wouldn’t –

no matter what gust of love blew.

 

~

Editor: Bryonie Wise

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