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Dec 2016
Of all the roads that lead to nowhere
I have travelled yours the most

And of all the dreams that have been shattered
I dream of you still, just in broken pieces

And through careless hands I have assembled
A vacuous heart made of shame and porcelain

This flimsy smile I bear was created for you
But what one creates can still be destroyed

This road has now become weathered, and dreams have now been dropped
With no way to piece them back together

The evolution of us has careened to a halt
And I'll drift off to sleep, a lesser man than I was before
Chris Thomas
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Chris Thomas  43/M/Knoxville, Tennessee, USA
(43/M/Knoxville, Tennessee, USA)   
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