
and so this razor in my chest
is only close to killing me
if its eager severing gores
the muse rather than thrilling me
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I turn and face the shattered windows I cannot say that I’m not broken Is this sad I turn and face your open window We were in love You always knew I remained broken This is not sad And my heart
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