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Sep 2015
Broken things
Broken names
If you brake the sky
The world won't mend.

What else to do?
What else to prove?
I bleed myself,
To feed you.

Broken sound
Broken mirror
Broken hearts
On a counter top.

Secrets like mists
Lies are king
I've got mine to keep
I've got mind to keep.
Yusuf Kura
Written by
Yusuf Kura  MD
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