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Friday, November 6, 2015

Spaces

fragile threads and paper hearts
hung from the walls
in a mocking display
of romance,
broken bottles
crunched underfoot
like the shattered remains
of discarded dreams,
lips dripped lies
like honey
to fill the empty spaces
dressed up as people...
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