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Jun 2017
Baby, break me more
there's nothing
that turns me on
than the sound
of the cracks
as they mark
my heart

Break me more
for my muses
yearn for broken
chaos to ignite
that burning passion
gliding and guiding
my hand on that
blank paper

Break me, my dear
for I have conjured
spells that translate
into novels and poems
that stir my soul
only when it's
broken

Break me
I have fallen
for
broken
Maria Etre
Written by
Maria Etre  Beirut, Lebanon
(Beirut, Lebanon)   
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     Pagan Paul and Maria Etre
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