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Solemn sitting
atop the crests of
shadowed thoughts.
A storm is brewing
and its not outside,
but rather where the
eternal heartache
      Flows-
And it flows,
Downstream into
an everglade of
Bruised and Broken
      Glass.
But I like not to
dwell with the
Wraiths and memories
of the Past.
If you give me
the Broom, I'll
sweep up this
Sharded Mess.
And maybe I can
learn what its
like to have
Loved and lost, and, perhaps live again.