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Before I could ever trudge across that stage, I was broken. My mind hazed. Awareness was broken. Blue lights danced disco on silver cuffs. I screamed death. The door shut, the window shattered - broken. Wounds ate deeper than the skin. Under buzzing fluorescents, dignity parading in orange was broken. This could not be my meaning - clawing a cement quicksand. My family with hope - now broken. Two inches of cracked green cotton cradled sleep. Shadows that fell were broken. That night I met Him, as salt bled in open flesh. Holding invisible chains, I asked to be broken.
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
Broken
Before I could ever trudge across that stage, I was broken. My mind hazed. Awareness was broken. Blue lights danced disco on silver cuffs. I screamed death. The door shut, the window shattered - broken. Wounds ate deeper than the skin. Under buzzing fluorescents, dignity parading in orange was broken. This could not be my meaning - clawing a cement quicksand. My family with hope - now broken. Two inches of cracked green cotton cradled sleep. Shadows that fell were broken. That night I met Him, as salt bled in open flesh. Holding invisible chains, I asked to be broken.
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
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