Broke Poem by Thomas Rickarby

Broke

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When you have taken the last dying leaf
of your lover’s script and ripped it to shreds
like the documents transcribed
by your dodgy accountants,
remember this:
the transactions of love fit badly to numbers.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: numbers,remember
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