i am in love,
the half broke tree.
when child like
i'd watched through
pained glass
lightning flash
with the purpose of
deletion.
i am in love with
half truths,
tattered words.
the train rattling
down uneven tracks. i
thought of you,
and wore a grin
where no smile
should be.
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