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The Broken; a poem

The broken can recognize each other from across the room

across the street

across town

They greet each other

with a “hello” and a “good luck” in perfect agony

And the mouths of the broken only know how to break.

They break sentences into words

And words into syllables

And syllables into letters

And letters into broken sounds

And broken sounds are just silence

So the broken learn how to swallow the missing pieces of communications like swollen regrets.

 

 

 

 

 

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