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Broken girl

Laughing


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she writes her poems

Midnight til dawn

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Broken song

She enters the room so slowly

Paper doll

:;:

The words lie broken the floor

So trite they can't be used no more

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( the image of a wasted *****

Walks thru the door )

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Those who loved her dearly

Gaze upon her queerly

Wondering

What's going on


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Oh sweet mother may I

Have a word with you ?

Oh sweet father tell us

What we are supposed to do

(?)

She writes her broken poem

And lays it on the floor

Gathers up her meaninglessness

And turns and walks out the door



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