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Oct 2010
Broken heartbeats feel like broken bones.
This soul stripped bare, so naked and alone.
High hopes turned into severed ropes...
Severed ties, bad excuses, and alibis.
Massive contusion and mass confusion, you're a weapon of mass destruction and illusion.
Just some thoughts that turned into a poem...
Matt Jursin
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Matt Jursin  37/M/Colorado
(37/M/Colorado)   
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