everything that breaks

drowns me 

just enough to make me want to write about it

keeps me up for hours past midnight 

hours beyond the flickering street lamps would like to stay lit

how long will you guide the stray

i like words

i like the way they fall on paper 

it’s usually tears and aches near the chest 

that build a home for my words gone lost 

wandering, unclaimed...

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