the broken limb still hanging,
the pebble washed by rain.
the word almost, but not spoken,
the cat’s paw on your face.
the last bulb that flickers
in the room no one enters.
the page torn, and taped back,
the baby’s cough in the night.
the first kiss, and the last,
the hand trembles, and lets go!
clouds on moonlit nights,
footsteps without a trace…
the broken glass in the sink,
and the water slowly drips!
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train tracks,
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burn down, tear down,
wages getting smaller,the cost keeps getting higher.gasoline, political machine,waiting to ignite.the walking dead carry their beds,two wrongs dont make a right.unemployed, polaroids,given to the flame.drunk on fears, unspoken tears,even hunger has a name.gunpoint, tossed in the joint.making meth in backseats.bloody coins, where nothing joins,bodies covered with sheets.momma’s grave, cant be saved,redemption calls for blood.funeral hymns,…
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