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Broken Words

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remanth

Published: Nov 4, 2013

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I am nothing but
A crippled heart
And broken words,
Lost forever in
A dark empty room.

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Feeling a bit angsty and sad and decided to write a little poem while taking a break from NaNoWriMo. Enjoy and, as always, comments are

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TwinSocks

Dec 13, 2013

How much meaning can so few words stand~? (:

It's simple yet effective i think~

Though i would love to see more~ cx

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