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a song of broken things ( a poemz of stufffffffff )

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of the broken

blackbirds sing

biscuits, hearts

& of course - wings


shattered bottles

bastard shards

icy troughs

accident scars


of broken morns

pie crusts, dreams

new ground, ranks

the mould & reeds


into gallops

fuck despair

( & )

fourth walls

so hello there

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