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May Be Broken

May Be Broken.
He wouldn’t admit it
But he’s broken
He says I love you
And ends it with; joking.
He’s not scared,
His fears, just chronic,
There’s a wall so high,
Though in rubble and bits.
She says her last was a dick
I have one too I think
A shot of whiskey she ordered
I’ll have one too I think.
A couple of sighs and gulps
I eventually restart the talk
Though ending it quickly still
This, I made known to her;
We’re all breathing traumas
Scared of further drama.
Omo * 1000…
From the poetry chapbook/eBook: Body Lines. Cirphrank.

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